Watching Maury and filling my head with garbage tv. Actually, its a welcome distraction from the regular crap that goes through my head.
"You are not the father". Lord, what can be worse for a father to hear than that? Maybe, "You do have cancer!". I wonder if they could make THAT into a tv show? Probably, they already have reality shows for boar hunters, pawn shops, toddler pageants, hoarders and bachelors looking for love. So, why not?
I feel so uninspired lately. My days are filled with playing games on my iPad and watching Netflix. I don't know what to do with my miserable life anymore. I haven't worked in over a year and I am not sure that I even want to be a nurse anymore anyway.
Maybe I will feel differently after this whole murder trial is resolved. I realize that I haven't spoken much about this, but it is the root cause of my PTSD. I guess my main fear is that there are people out there who read this blog who know me personally. And if I wrote something on here that affected the outcome of the trial in any way, I would never forgive myself. I am hoping for a certain outcome, obviously. I just pray for justice.
Oh, the Bachelor is on!
Time to snuggle in bed with my doggies and watch these slutty nutbars fight over this "sort of" good looking guy. Not my type at all. Give me the Poet Scientist any day, I say! Think the characters Topher Brink from Dollhouse and Damon Salvator from Vampire Diaries, mixed with Chris Martin from Coldplay.
*Swoon*
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