If it isn’t already bleedingly obvious right now, I’m on a blogging hiatus.
I am so tired.
A quick note- there will be a little salt in the following words. If coarse language offends you, I won’t be offended in turn if you gloss over the next parts, or even stop reading. I will be grateful if you continue, however.
Hit the road, Jill
I trounced Boy’s ABA therapist. As in I told her to get out. Then, I could only take so much of her boss blowing smoke up my ass. It’s a semi-long story that I just don’t have time or energy to elaborate on right now.
I am very excited to have a new artist- Saphyre Rain- to write press for We Heart Music. (What’s We Heart Music? For those who haven’t been here over the long, long slog, leave me a comment, and I’ll explain. For now: a music blog I wrote for back in the day.) It’s comprised of a husband and wife duo singing about hope for suicide and self-harm issues, which are very personal and important to me. I’ve been corresponding with Amanda, the singer/guitarist of the group, and she’s been very congenial… I’m grateful she specifically asked me to take my time.
Errrrrgggh, this is so frustrating. I’m really frustrated!
I’m so frustrated, in a certain way. cough No, won’t elaborate. It doesn’t help that Cimmorene has a new memory about being molested by a caregiver when she was 3. Why thank you, fate. Yes, I will have another bitch slap, please.
More work on this post than I was expecting. I’m still tired.
It takes effort to distill thoughts to 120 characters, but Twitter is less exhausting… as was discussed in the previous post.