February 16, 2014

The Clock ... Write about anything you want for ten minutes.

Here I sit at my GED graduation. I am nervous, excited and tired. I am pretty sure that I am coming down with something. After this we are going to Nana's and I told Robert that we might be able to go for a walk tonight after Orphan Black. I am looking forward to that, but again, SO TIRED!

There are so many people here and the guests are arriving early and that makes m nervous that my family won't be able to find seats, at the same time, it makes it less likely that my mom will be able to sit with Heather and the kids and that is a good thing. 

I have a Red Bull in my bag and I really want to drink it, but I don't want to have to pee she it matters. Think ill go now.

So, it's hours later, I'm at the urgent care with Cara now, she has pain in her jaw. Her provider  is one that I do not respect very much so we are having to advocate a lot. 

Graduation went well, it was very unorganized and Clyde and I kept laughing at silly things whiled mother was trying her best to start a fight with EVERYONE. Not sure what her deal is lately, she's upset because no one wants to be around her, because she's a downer, because no one wants to be around her. She wanted to take me to lunch today, but when I told her we had to go see Nana, she got all butt hurt again. Thing is that I am sure that I will hear about how I only go there because Nana and Papa gave us so much... Um, yeah they did, but no, it's not. I go see Nana because she has always been nice to me and kind and supportive, and even if it is a facade, she has never been mean to me, never give me what we now jokingly refer to as Angry Jazz Hands, or AJH.

Anyhow, that's my ten minutes now.

Thanks for reading
Misty
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Blessed Be

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