Quick entry

if you know me and love me, you probably already heard from me re the details of my soap opera life. If not, call someone you know to be on that list. I don't feel like doing it again.

Andy is in a coma. I don't know if he'll live. I don't know, if he lives, if he'll be all there. That's as explicitly as I can bring myself to write it. I feel like a zopmbie. I have a lot of work to do and I can't bring myself to really believe that it's worth it.

Life sucks. I haven't always been a good person, or done the right thing. But can't I have my husband back, live a normal life, see what he'll belike without having a reason to be so angry?? Why can't I??