Can ya stand listenin to me whine summore about the frickin frackin furnace not working? The repair dude didn’t show up today. We have space heaters, but the office/computer room isn’t one of the rooms currently being heated.
Yeah, yeah – I know. Get off the computer and go where it’s warm 
Only – I’ve read all my books, I can’t crochet since I annoyed my arm, cooking is limited by lack of adventuresome folks to eat my experiments.
I got my resume updated, but haven’t sent it out. I have to wait until Mom OFFICIALLY has her last day at work (it’s already been delayed once), and the still small voice in my head keeps telling me to wait anyway.
Who knows – maybe a daddy will get his head out of his ass and pay enough child support to let me stay home. A girl can dream, right?