Its a hard luck life

I thinks its a line from Anny. I could have it wrong, but I'm pretty sure I'm close. I'm still feeling sorry for myself. The thing that absolutely sucks the most about being me is the loneliness. I'm a tough chick. A strong lady. Icey even, (they called me ice princess in high school and in a lot of ways not much has changed).

But sometimes you just need someone to lean on. Someone to talk to when I'm frustrated and a little mad and a little sad about something. I know that ultimately I will live no matter what happens with this issue. And I already know what actions I need to take to attempt to resolve this. I don't need someone to fix it for me.

I just need someone to talk to on an adult level who will listen and then give me a hug and tell me that it will work out and give me a hug.

I'm a good person, a loyal friend and can be damn funny when I'm not exhausted and relaxed. So why am I all alone when I can look in any direction and see shallow, boring, weak people who have great partners?

Ah, that's just the self pity sneaking out. Being tired makes it worse. I know this, but I got a second wind about eight and can't think about going to bed yet.

So, what issue am I making myself sick over?

the dog.

I turned in documentation last week about him being a prescribed therapy/emotional support animal for my son who has a diagnosed mental health condition. I didn't hear anything and didn't hear anything and so on all week last week. You know when I was at home and could deal with the thing in person?

Well, now they want more documentation. Some of what they are asking for is unlawful. They can't ask for a specific diagnosis. But they have.

So I've already talked to Isaiah's case worker. She will get the care provider to write another, more specific letter. I'll have to sign a release. And drop off the new letter tomorrow or the next day.

And on top of that, I have class tonight, class tomorrow, and I have to go to supervise a game in bfe Missouri Thursday and don't think I will be home that night until midnight. So sometime I have to find time to meet the case worker, get the letter, and drop it off at the housing office. I just don't know when I am supposed to go it.

So yeah, it will work out. One way or another we will survive. But I could still use a hug from a friend. Just a hug, that's all.