Why is there never enough time in the day, and who the heck thought it was a good idea to have five eight-hour workdays? I stay tired, 24hrs a day 7 days a week. Don't we all!
It is mentally and emotionally exhausting trying to keep up with personal and professional life. I truly don't know how some of you do it. This is my second week of working 80hr, yes, I do this myself! It keeps me busy, and my mind doesn't race nearly as bad as when I have nothing going on.
Between visits, working, his affairs, and mine there is ZERO time for anything else. Legit, ZERO! I feel like I need a vacation just to catch up on sleep. I've considered energy drinks and pills, but I always crash hard once it wears off. How do you guys stay energized? Only legal suggestions please!
I need a personal assistant, now hiring, apply by commenting! Kidding, clearly. I'm too broke to afford one. It's random thoughts for the win tonight. I've talked to babe a few times this evening and the last two nights he's been "depressed". I hate the fact that we have good days and bad. Especially when the good are amazing but too far and few in between.
If you come across this post, say a prayer for him. Oral arguments are coming up, his episodes haven't aired yet which could have helped tremendously. I'm relying on myself this time and prayer. For those of you who are religious, you already know how BIG GOD is! I believe he's the ONLY one who can get us justice.
For those of you confused and just tuning in. I am advocating for TRUTH. That's all we've ever wanted. I trusted other people to expose it, but now it's my turn. I just can't do it until after oral arguments. I've been hoping and praying someone in the courts had a conscious and would speak up, because I know (I can bet my life on it) shady stuff happened regarding his trial/case. Won't convince me it didn't.
Holidays are rough without him. Weekends are rough without him. Realizing I can't pick up the phone and call, is rough. Everything about this situation sucks. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy, not that I have one.
Know what else I decided to do, as if I have time. I offered to be a "moderator" in one of the prison support groups I'm in. What? Girl, I could punch you! So far, I have managed to accept people without the proper proof, post things when I wasn't supposed to, and declined people when I shouldn't have. How difficult can it be to be a damn moderator?
Not that it's funny because some of these women take this crap serious, but I'm cracking up at the stupid crap I do and get myself into. Would I be a total failure if I kindly asked them to kick me out? Wait, what if they kick me out for accepting people who shouldn't be in here? Could this be my first ban, on Facebook? How will I survive?
I've had a horrible cough for 6 weeks; I swear it's pneumonia. I'm miserable, absolutely miserable! Ok, random thoughts over. Tiktok updated, petition shared, nightly call completed. Anything else? Eh, not tonight. I think it's finally time for bed. Oh wait, not yet!
Alright my little lovers, thanks for reading!
Isaiah 40:31: "But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint"
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