Saturday, July 9, 2005


I had made plans with my parents earlier this week for them to come on Sunday and help me with the storage space. I planned on cleaning up my place (it's a wreck) yesterday and today. (The last thing I want is for my mother to think/know that I'm depressed.) I didn't get much done yesterday, but I comforted myself by saying that I had all day today.
My mom just called. They're going to come this afternoon, and again tomorrow.
I have 2 1/2 hours to do the cleaning that I thought I'd have ALL DAY to do.


I need to go hide the Prozac.

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