Every weekend I have these huge hopes of things I'm going to get done and every weekend I fall flat of my goals.
I get little things done but never what I really want to get done. But its never enough. Never.
Its just not fair.
There's so much cleaning I want to do. What did I get done? 3 loads of laundry! I hate laundry. Laundry is the bane of my existence.
The sad part is I spent so much time just moping and crying because the whole priest situation has me in a turmoil. Most of you may not guess it by my usual entries, but I love my Catholic faith. I don't shove it down anyone's throat. I just exist and now everything feels like its crumbling.
I had a Corona today and I swear it made me a weepy drunk because I hadn't cried before and now I'm crying for Father D. and my Gram and I just feel a mess and I'm not getting things done and I can't string a coherent sentence together.
Perhaps if I would have just stayed in bed, I'd be in better shape!
Another Day of the Locust
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