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Feb. 15th, 2005 10:20 pmAnother evening with my children
Pizza delivered, much to the delight of my three oompaloompas. With cinnastix, no less.
Much effort to get them home and in bed.
Vivian telling me the reason she doesn't want to see me on the weekends is because I yell at her all the time, even when it's not her fault. Tracey still wants to have nothing to do with me, except for things concerning the kids.
Heartbroken return home, to be alone. Again.
A support call waiting for me on my newly crapped out cell phone, thus completing the cycle of a totally shitty work day.
Not enough vodka to make me pass out. Too much ambien to put me to sleep.
No comfort as the sandman takes me under.
Pizza delivered, much to the delight of my three oompaloompas. With cinnastix, no less.
Much effort to get them home and in bed.
Vivian telling me the reason she doesn't want to see me on the weekends is because I yell at her all the time, even when it's not her fault. Tracey still wants to have nothing to do with me, except for things concerning the kids.
Heartbroken return home, to be alone. Again.
A support call waiting for me on my newly crapped out cell phone, thus completing the cycle of a totally shitty work day.
Not enough vodka to make me pass out. Too much ambien to put me to sleep.
No comfort as the sandman takes me under.
