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Do you ever just want to withdraw from life for awhile? Right now I just want to curl up on my couch for the next week. No work, no friends...no nothing. Just me and my DVD's. I know where all of this is coming from. My kids are gone for starters. I miss them like the dickens and it's driving me crazy. I have 2 weeks to go before they are home again. Well...J will be home. K has to go to her fathers for 3 weeks after she gets back. A visit she really doesn't care to go on.
Another reason for this...I'm out of estrogen. I need to get my script refilled. Does it to me everytime. Today I did absolutely nothing. Well...laundry and watched movies. I just didn't have it in me to face the world today. I took a nap late in the evening so that little mistake will cost me until late tonight.
I've been talking to a few friends and all of them agree that I should consider writing. A couple of them think I should write either short stories or a novel. With how my life has gone...I could write a pretty good fact based fiction novel. :) We will see how it goes. I'll go get an el cheapo journal at the $$ Tree and start writing out some experiences and see where that takes me. My friend, Spencer, said he would help me out. With Laine being a published author...I'm sure I can get her input also.
Who'da thunk it? Me a writer. LOL

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