So I got some rough news yesterday .My Mom has to have surgery,brain surgery in a few weeks.After sobbing like a baby for an hour this weird calmness has come over me .Like "Buck up Jessica, be the big sister and daughter .Mom was brave for you so now be brave for her "My goal is to not cry in front of her about it .And it is working so far .They have to shave the back of her head so to keep us both smiling I tell her she is going to have a reverse mullet hahahahaha
Im so bored and anxious. My book is basically done and now it's really in the hands of my friend helping me and the people helping me collect money for the publisher so the control freak in me is flipping out! I feel like that scene in Corky Romano when he accidentally inhales cocaine and talks to the kids " question? Anyone have a question? You do? You don't? You do? You don't? "
I just walked in pt without something in front of me! Just the harness and my pt's on both sides! It was our first time trying it. They were laughing at me because they usually freeze me but I was huffing and puffing and sweating bullets
But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest? - Mark Twain's Autobiography