She's Baaaaaaaaaack

I arrived home last night at about 10:30, after driving for 19 hours. Yes. N I N E T E E N fucking hours. That is torture and I don't want to do it anymore. When I called the few I needed to call to let them know I made it home, the reaction I most often got was, "You're home already??" I wanted to yell at them and ask them do they not understand the significance of driving in a car, stopping only for gasoline, for 19 long hours. I was talking to myself by the time I got home. I was holding conversations with someone who wasn't there.

Nineteen hours is a full month (minus one day) of lunch breaks at work.

I'm tired, but I wanted to say thank you to each and every one of you who kept up with the limited posts and encouraged me not to kill my ex husband while I was away.

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Apologies to anyone I left out, and I promise to post something extremely witty and shockingly entertaining later.