Taylor was here. Dad was here. Taylor is still here. Dad is not still here. John will not be here after tomorrow, for a few weeks.
My room is still a mess. My monthly budget is still weeks behind. I still have a stack of mail/paperwork about a foot high to go through. Taylor’s computer I put together for him out of old hardware is fucked, so now we have to go buy some new junk for him. New mobo/proc/ram/ps. Hopefully his video card is still fine.
Too much shit on my mind right now. I need to get organized and erase a lot of shit from my mind.