Back From the Dead....But For How Long?

Life has been busy. It continues to be busy and I doubt it will ever stop, at least until my ashes are spread out to, oh who am I fooling, my family is super Southern, so they would never allow me to be cremated. How sad that they would get to decide the fate of my lifeless body...

On a more upbeat note, I really despise my second ex-husband pretty much all of the time. However, the kids practically worship him like an idol, so what do you do? Guess I'll just endure the fuck-up that I've created for myself. He will never leave, and I just need to come to terms with that. People don't understand this. They say, "Can't you just make him leave? Get a restraining order?" I'm so sick of hearing it. If any of that worked he would have been gone quite some time ago. I have 2 girlfriends who understand his behavior and thank heavens for them. They remind me that this shit is not all in my head. Or maybe they are just too nice to point it out. No, that can't be it because they are reliable on the brutally honest front.

Anyway, I got a short story and a poem published. That's pretty cool considering I have exceptionally low writing self-esteem. I had to read my poem at a semi-public reading at my college's library. Not a bad turnout, either. I also had to emcee the event, which kinda sucked because I had never done that, I don't particularly enjoy public speaking, and I didn't have much guidance with it. Luckily, one of my fellow classmates gave me one of his nerve pills of which I only took half, yet I'm still pretty sure I was slurring quite significantly towards the end of the event. Afterward I went home and slept for 4 hours straight. It was a good day.