I guess I'll never make the mistake of complaining about being too busy again. That's a good way to make God go "Hmmm, really? You wanna see 'too busy'?"

Just trust me on this for now, kids. I gotta go to work.


I'm tired already.

I've pretty much washed my hands of the situation with Uncle Dirtbag. He's not going to change unless he wants to and I just don't see that happening. I think my only way out of this one is to move out. It'll be tight but it's gotta be better than this. I'm sleep deprived- Uncle Ray's 'episodes' are happening more frequently now (I'm talking about every other night now). I'm tired, cranky, and irritable all the time. My grades are slipping because I've missed class, and when I do go I'm half out of it a lot of the time.

I shouldn't have to live like this- none of us should. He needs mental help but refuses to seek it. He's seeing his PO, but that's made him even harder to deal with.

I just don't know how much more I can take.