sigh... this feels normal...

The wake is Tuesday afternoon and evening.

Mom: If you aren't comfortable doing that kind of thing maybe you could stay at the house since its a common thing for people to break in when they know everyone is away mourning.
Me: And do what, jujitsu them?
Mom: Yeah, you've done it before- you and I stayed at the house when A_____ died.
Me: You took a three-year-old to a house thats a prime target for a break-in? What kind of mother are you?

Random Neural Firings.

I have nothing to blog about anymore.
I am prone to sabotage.
I have way too many interests.
I sometimes think I'm being shallow.
I sometimes think that's fun.
I found a direction and lost my passion.
I found my passion burning inside me, and it left me with no direction.
I wonder what else is out there.