Oh, the excitement

I've been sleeping a lot. That, and wandering from room to room mumbling incoherently. Just tracking Michael's medication is a full time occupation. Trying to imagine some semblance of normal life defies my imaginations limits.

Poor Don. That child has been swept aside to an existence largely dominated by his brother's illness, and his PSP games.

I've been shopping online in a spurt of denial. It's denial on account of the fact that I have way lots to do, and no money at all. I'm shopping for furniture, a dress in which to be married, and also lingerie. Kara and I have figured out how to shop together over Instant Messaging. Last night we effectively wasted about two hours st this pursuit.

Today, I have a checklist designed to keep me productive, without stressing me out. We'll see if it works. My new-found need to sleep 12 hours a day limits my resources somewhat. I've got a list of people to call, and errands to run. There's library returns, a trip to the bank, and lacrosse stuff to attend to.

It's high time I spring into action. It's after noon, for heaven's sake. All I've done so far is feed and medicate my son, and get a little exercise. Stress is great for my waistline, though. I'm down 9 lbs from a couple months ago. Whoo Hoo.

That's all I know. I'll try to be funny next time I write. Or if not funny, then perhaps I'll shoot for interesting. Don't get your hopes up.