Friday Night...
Another post, unedited...can't help that, just have to go forward, anyway(even though little oj has just found the mouse, and is trying his best to sabatatouge, too)..I just picked up his little body, and took him off the computer desk...jeeeeshhhhh.
I admit, with all my fierce bravado the last two days, i am so dreading going to work tomorrow. How can i pretend that all is well? I want to spit in his face. I am going to bed in just a bit, and do alot of praying. It's not right to want to spit in someone's face. I need to let God fight this battle, not me. Going to bed with a clenched fist,mostly hot air, and a hope that my angels reign me in, so i can learn instead of loss. Later.