Ok So Maybe I Did Start The Fire

 

Hey reader. I'm off one job, going to be heading to my next in an hour and some change. Hurting like fuck already but I'll live. 

I'm tired though boss. Like bone tired. 

Luckily tomorrow I work only 7 or 7.5 hours. 

My youngest was bummed and crying about Spring War. Happens. We made plans to watch Wicked for Good together, and maybe some horror films. She's kind of excited for it. I gotta remember to get a lot of popcorn though. 

Eldest is leaving the 18th to go to spring war, dammit. He's got a DL I'm just worried. Cause I won't be there.

He's got a lot of good people watching out for him there though so it should be alright. 

Griffin moved out to LA and got screwed but he's a vet so he's covered for the moment. I offered what little money I could but he got paid I think. So he will live. 

I'm just ... Meh. 

I'm tired. And hurting. Both physically and emotionally. I just want to sleep. So bad. I know I can't though. 

Feck. 

I hope things get better soon. I know they should and generally do, I'm just... Down. Also screw the IRS

Always

S