Just sent an email to an adult student advisor for St. Francis college, which is a little closer to home. They offer online classes and classes at locations near my house. The more I think about PCT, the more my stomach hurts with anxiety. I know I have statistic homework to do, but I don't know when it's due or how in the world I'm going to do it. Reading that book is like reading Hebrew.
I'm in a funk. I hate that Chris is working first shift. I come home, he's in bed. I feel like all I do is sit and watch TV alone. Well, not alone. I have Baby here with me. And Sam's stinky breath. When I get up, he's gone. Hopefully this doesn't last long.
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