Limbo

I hate waiting on others, especially when I have motivation to finish a project and it depends on another person. I want to be done with this most recent project so I can have a month off before Summer of hell begins. Never in my life did I think I would be excited to work on school work. Yes, I am sick in the head. Compulsive to an extent. I need something to make me less obsessive and manic about my work and enjoy this time I have little to do.

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Today is the 21st anniversary of my Dads death. One would think that after 21 years it gets any easier. It does not. I still miss him just as much as I did 20 years ago. What is terribly sad, I don't remember what he look like anymore. Le sigh. On with the day, box of tissues at my side.