yeah, when I was younger I made a Mary Sue Sailor Senshi just like everyone else

[femmealunettes]

aegoceros told me to do it, so I did it, and now you have to do it too.


On one final note for the evening: it sucks enough that my dad can barely stand upright some days... it sucks even worse when Rachael is in my room crying because when he was so fucked up from PTSD after 9/11, he went to the Mayo Clinic and came back okay, and why isn't there some place we can send him to get fixed now? As if our father is a laptop we can mail in for repairs or something. She's all freaked out because she works with the elderly in her CNA course at school, and her teachers say that hearing is the last thing to go, so she thinks Dad's going to die soon. That's not really how it works in this case... his hearing is fucked which makes his balance fucked which means he's basically useless to do anything more days than not, and he hates it, and he's depressed about it, and we all hate it and I'm trying my best not to be depressed about it but it's really hard sometimes.

So with that cheery little deviation into srs bzns, I'm going to go try to write until I get too frustrated with that and try to sleep and see if that works any better tonight than it has for the past, I don't know, week or two at this point.