Don't know when/if I will get unemployment. No money for going to see daughter. Gifts, he he, that is funny. Just don;t like the uncertainty. I want to have it planned air tight and it ain't. I am really anxious and inclined toward S.I. I won't. I just feel weird in my life, in limbo, I want to know what is going on. I also realize that if I had kept a diary of my job it would be a best seller. Truth is so much more painful and difficult then fiction. I want to know when what money is coming. I have a mortgage to pay and other things, like food. Don't mind me, I am feeling sorry for myself. Stupid, I know.
All is well, daughter getting better and I am more relaxed. Just hit a bump. Hate it.