Potter and potty problems
So, my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows arrived this afternoon. I finally got my chance start reading.
I just finished. I must say that I was a little disappointed with one thing. The one character I actually wanted to see get offed did not appear to be.
(Mostly) silence will continue on this journal until probably sometime in October, when it finally cools off enough that I can have access to my room and my computer again. This time, thanks to the flood of raw sewage in my room and all the remodelling and repair work that had to be done because of it, I’ve only really had access to a computer occasionally since February. I’ve had to crash in my mom’s room in the house since then, with sporadic use of her computer during the few times of the day or night that she’s not using it. While I can be here all night if I choose to (and what else is there to do when insomnia claims me) I dislike typing because I’m a noisy typist and worry I’ll wake her.
So yeah, if there’s something you really want/need me to see, leave a comment here (with a link if possible) to your post. Otherwise, I have and will continue to miss much of what happens for some time to come.
UGH
The 4th and 5th were horrid. I got treated to worry, stress, fear, and a few minutes of absolute panic on the 4th. The 5th was all about incredible fury. I’m still not entirely over being angry, but at least the rage and the adrenaline that went along with it have subsided. I was getting rather tired of being so mad that I couldn’t stop shaking. I don’t want to write about it, or even think about it if I can avoid it. It’s too fresh and I will work myself into another rage if I do either. I’ve been fairly successful so far at concentrating on other things until I’ve achieved some distance and can begin to deal with it all.
But I am pretty miffed that I’m still awake. After a lot of exhaustion while trying to fight my sleep disorders, I finally managed to get about a week and a half of sleeping at night and being awake during the day. The stresses of the 4th prevented me from getting to sleep until well into the morning of the 5th, however. I got about three hours of sleep from 9am to noon. Then today’s explosion happened, and even though I’m exhausted, I’m also too stressed to be able to sleep. All because that little shit decided that it was acceptable to treat my mother and me the way that his psychotic father does.
I can’t wait for the day Mom and I can get the hell out of the situation here.
