A brief scream in the middle of an otherwise quiet blog presence

Still not connected, still on a hijacked computer

I did a load of laundry today. This amounts to rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic that is my household.

The kids are screaming ugliness at each other at top volume. Diva has caused a small flood in my kitchen and is now doing I don't know what in there. There are a handful of large, loud teenage boys in my living room. I just took an Ativan, so I won't be worried about it much longer.

I have no control over my household, my children, much of my life. I have no sense of agency. I don't even know how to work this damned computer belonging to Superman. It doesn't respond to me. If I were more comfortable with the computer I'd link "Ativan" to some drug information and "agency" to the definition that refers to one's ability to take action, or to effect action, or something like it.

There are no answers, there isn't even a question. I need nothing by way of comments. I just needed to scream out loud for a minute. I'll be fine.

School starts in three weeks and four days.

From a hijacked computer

because my computer won't turn on. I think it's just the power cord thing, but I'm not going to replace it right now because I need a whole new computer. But replacing the computer isn't happening this payday, you know? So I'm not really online right now. Just wanted you to know, in case you were wondering. I miss you all, though I'm keeping busy reading and sewing, mostly.