From tattered sheets, late did arise my weary body...

 I stayed in bed for as long as humanly possible, and then a little longer. I finally couldn't take the idiotic dreams any longer, and dragged my sorry ass out of bed. Then what? So I am up, who the fuck cares; worse I don't fucking care. So I had my cup of coffee and my piece of toast, then, then, then... Nothing I was just angry with myself, with my painful back and lack of anything. Then looking down I noticed how dirty the floor was, and thought 'so what', then 'that's disgusting'...

I got up and vacuumed the entire main floor of the house, I could barely walk after... but I wasn't done, I figured I should mop it and did so. My back was screaming at me to lie down. I finally caved in and did just that. I lay in bed waiting for the floors to dry, and made a couple of phone calls. When the floor was finally dry I suddenly decided to bathe the dog. Hello - kneeling and bending over the tub = PAIN - just so you know... With the dog wet and not so much happy, I had a HOT shower. After the shower my son and I had a late supper then headed to Wal-Mart...

Oh Wal-Mart how I love your prices, but hate your stores - with their lack of service, annoying customers (me excluded of course). Damn that place is always busy. I am still unsure why some 'people' need to shop in packs, and do not believe in yielding to on coming carts. Today we were very fortunate at the cashier - usually a trying experience with minimum cash registers open - but tonight although there were only a few, we hit one that only had one person in front of us, with only a few items. Still all told we were probably there for over an hour, as I hobbled up and down the aisles.

Home now I am in extreme agony, slightly poorer, and stocked with some essential items for another month. Once per month is more than enough trips to Wal-Mart, just saying. J My mood is still low, but seeing how I actually accomplished some things I am guessing it could be lower. I have had on again, off again suicidal thoughts - not constant, but ever present. Again though I should try desperately to hold on to the fact that I actually did some things, sure it wasn't anything fun - no sitting in the sun or writing, but things that needed to be done, got done. Perhaps a pat on the back (gently of course), and perhaps a PVR'd show or a movie before bed... as long as I get to lie down!

Talk to y'all tomorrow...