History: This was written while I still lived in Ohio and was awaiting my divorce from @#%&*@#. I had planned to be moving soon and was only awaiting the legalities. I obviously was losing my patience.
She popped in around 11:30 just like clockwork. Such a dependable gal, she is. Don't get me wrong--I'm happy to see her. Well, as happy as one can be. I'm grateful that she's being friendly. We had a big blow out two months ago when she visited...she even threatened me with my life.
Pushy broad.
I called my new (and hopefully speedier-with-a-better-secretary) attorney this afternoon to let him know that I'd be in to pick up my paperwork around 4pm. They were away at lunch so I'm hoping that they received the message.
On another note, the day to my departure is sneaking up on me faster than I expected. You know, I wonder if my mother even wonders why I have my suitcases packed. People just don't live out of suitcases if they are planning on staying around for long. In all honesty, she probably hasn't even noticed. If she HAS noticed--she hasn't cared enough to ask, so I think I'm still in the "safe zone". Whew. I SO dread the day that she finds out---I need a back-up plan for that day...a safe house. *Puts Tristan's # into cell phone on touch dial--in case of emergency.*
Speaking of Tristan...she's supposed to come and snatch me away from Gloom City and Queen Criticism sometime this week. I'm going to stay at her house one day (and go to the meeting with her) and then she will bring me back the next day. I'm just itching to get away. I'd probably agree to stay in someone's garage overnight at this point. Ok no, maybe not...'tis a little chilly in Ohio in February. heh. However, a garage has to be warmer than a car trunk and I've done THAT before.
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