a quiet week

Here's what I've been doing ~ I been listening to love songs, eating ice cream, reading magazines, averaging 5 hours of tv a night. Friday night I got red-wine living-room drunk, talked about love, made a phone call, and bawled my head off. Saturday and Sunday I helped women haul shit both days and tried to find a new back door. Went for dinner with my mom. Talked about her best friend's daughter and her 2 sons, such a sad sad story with no obvious solution. FAS + brain damage from attempted suicide does not a good mother make. My favourite great-uncle is dying. There are so many messy relationships in this world, how is it possible to believe in something good?