Monkeys

Days like this....

Days like this one are the ones that make me want to get as far away from New York as possible. Let me start with work: One of my clients electrocuted her self. Burns....crying....ambulance. A reminder of when Harry died last year. Yes- THAT bad. Then, I come home, only to fight with my sister. Then my dad. Then, I start cleaning my 2nd bedroom again-and mom comes up to help. I end up venting on her, then she goes and shares it with the whole family. Nice huh? Grrrr- now a friend emails me and tells me that it is only a matter of days before she gets arrested for writing several bad checks. Go figure.

It is days like these that make me want to go so badly. And weeks like the last few that make me want to stay.

Bek