Everybody Hurts

I'm in a mood today... it might be because I forgot to take my meds a few days this week, but I think a lot of it has to do with the weather. It's gloomy and icky and blah outside today. To be honest, I usually prefer these days to sunny days cause I hate how bright the sun is. Anywho... my room is mostly packed.. I have to go through my clothing and put away the spring/summer clothing and take out the fall/winter stuff so that I can declare that part of packing done, but I've got my enormous piles of goodwill clothing ready to go. I am so happy I'm getting rid of so much. I'm even getting rid of my wedding dress. I should have done it a while ago, but I wasn't ready to. I know I finally am though. It's been 5 years since the divorce and it's time. I don't have a daughter who is going to want to wear it someday either, so I see no reason to keep it. I'm totally getting a receipt for it though... it's a $1200 dress. I'm going to be claiming it on my taxes.

I was treated to white trash theater this morning at 4am. Once of my neighbors was screaming into her cell phone with her... significant other? I'm not sure who, but good lord it was annoying. I'm not a fan of being awakened in the middle of the night to begin with, but when you're yelling at your boyfriend outside at 4am cause you don't want to wake your family up, but have no problem waking your neighbors, I get a little pissy. So, then, the neighbor guy (who is a total douche on most occasions) pokes his head outside and tells her to be quiet cause he has to work in the morning (total lie), and she calls him a fag (which now makes her dead to me) and a liar and to mind his own business. I'm sorry, but when you have a public argument on your cell phone and then with your children, it becomes the neighborhood's business. So I called the cops, and douche called the cops and I'm pretty sure she got a ticket for disturbing the peace. God, I can't imagine why I would want to move away from all this. *sigh*

My mother reminded me of the time my brother, P, met J. Apparently, L had been so excited that Uncle P was coming for a visit, but by the time P arrived, J was over and they were reading a book together and L was so happy he could have cared less that Uncle P was there. I had completely forgotten about that, but it's such a good sign for the future. Especially when L still feels the same way now. :)