I'm having a Black Morning. I hope that this will quit by this evening when Baby goes to sleep for the night, cause it sucks. And it's such a load of crap to be dragging around by the ankles. I want to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head and wait for the world to go away. That's not going to help. Even if my Boy were here right now, I don't think I'd be any happier. I have to call and schedule my pap smear, and I have to call and reschedule my shrink, and I'm just so tired and sick of all of this.

Tomorrow will be better. Tonight will start to get better. If I believe it hard enough, it'll happen.