spent the day sick, in misery. resolved to stay on endep forever, and pray I never become accustomed to it, immune. what else have I?
my lips are red rotten, I have bitten them to blood.
my divorce forms arrived, finally, finally. i’ll send them the second my mother brings me three US dollars, to include as postage fare for him to send them back. if he doesn’t send them back I will loathe him forever. i’ll stalk out his grave to spit on.
the hearing is scheduled three months away. after that, a month and a day.