It’s 7:30am as I sit here writing this. I got up to watch the political debates, which were disappointing. I really don’t want to go into either of their lackluster performances. I will just say that they beat the crap outta the moderator. They total ignored her and overstepped their boundaries. She was totally ineffective. If the liberals thought they were gonna use her to gain an advantage, they lost that bet. What the hell is my life coming to? Waking up at 3am to watch 2 worthless slugs, one of which I will be forced to vote for. The debate was a fail no matter which was they try to spin it. I needn’t have bothered myself. I got my own problems. I have been going nonstop, working and juggling other responsibilities. I, a person obsesessed with being clean and eliminating body odor, have not bathed in 2 days. There has been no time. I feel like I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Yesterday I got a call from my son’s teacher saying he was totally disinterested in what he was supposed to be doing and they sent him home for 2 more days. I am in a dark world, people. Despite me being upset with his behaviour, I have to breath down his neck to get him to do anything. To add insult to injury, a friend sent me a scathing message while I was breaking my neck, trying to get my work finished and praying for my son’s good behaviour in school. He accused me of being hateful to him on Facebook and not responding to his posts. It seems like that comment about Brad and Angelina being vacuous celebs sent him over the edge. I personally don’t give a crap about their political affiliation or opinion. I’m sorry if that is offensive. I did not know he cared so deeply about Brangelina or I would have worded it differently. I just need a nice, long bath and a nap. I think that’s exactly what the doctor ordered. That and some retail therapy. I really won’t be able to relax until the big meeting I have with my son’s principal on Friday is over but hopefully I will be bathed when the time comes. It’s sad when bathing is a luxury. I have to get up at the buttcrack of dawn on that day. It’s like pouring salt in a big, gaping wound. I am getting my ass handed to me like Obama did last month. At least I have the holidays to look forward to. Unless my son gets kicked out of school for good. Then aint no one gonna have a merry Christmas. As the saying goes, “If Mama aint happy, aint nobody’s happy.” Well, I will mercifully end it here and spare the reader. I am off to make the best of my day. Ciao 
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