I have twenty-two months to go. Today (so far - the day isn't over) I did fourteen months. I did all of 2008. It was rough, that's the year my mom died.
I didn't read the entries completely, but did skim over them. I was a lot more forgiving back then, it seems, because now thinking about her brings to mind how much more she cared about beer than me. I cried a little. It wasn't fun, it was hard to do, but 2008 on up is fixed. I've got two months of 2006 done. What's left is March 2006 through December 2007.
Tonight, I will take a Benedryl before bed so maybe I can sleep. The mosquitoes are not my friends. My blood keeps them living, but I wish I could take something that when the mosquitoes started sucking my life's blood from me, would be poisoned and die. Last night, at one thirty in the morning, I was online over at Amazon looking for something to repel them.
I need sleep.
And I want this weblog fixed.