I feel like all the life has drained out of me.
I hate it here. In the suburbs. In this dead zone where there are few people that I feel are real human beings, not pretentious, soulless zombies.
I never wanted to live here, but that said, I do love my house. I just wish I could move it to Decatur and live next door to someone really fascinating and cool.
I guess part of my sense of isolation is the fact that my best friend in the whole world lives a million miles away and we talk on the phone, but can't see each other because neither of us can afford to travel to see the other.
Rotten mood. Rotten everything.
I'm on a downward spiral right now, which is really unfortunate.
Brendan just started second grade and he hates everything about it which makes me hate everything about it.
I will say the one positive thing is having homework daily rather than just getting a packet at the beginning of the week. I like having one thing to do every day as opposed to getting it all at once and then having to dispense over the course of the week and have Brendan argue over which sheet he wants to do, always putting off the reading and writing assignments until the last minute.
I'm going away now because I pretty much hate everything. Including myself.