2. Because it's bad (and I keep bursting into tears at random moments when I'm finally alone without my daughters) I am just drifting from task to task. And I'm sorry, but that means HDJM is taking a backseat right now. I have no glee to write about Glee. It'll get put up at some point this weekend, but there you go.
3. And there's a part of me that is regretting printing that letter/essay about my son, because I've opened myself up to assholes that want to continue to tell me what I've done wrong or they just want to be assholes, and I do NOT have it in me to deal with that on top of everything else.
Let me just say this: I have an actual, real, HONEST TO GOD life or death situation on my hands, and that life is my son. So if you want to offer up ways that I've handled things wrong, or call me out for your perceived interpretation of the text (oh my god, fuck you Child-Free asshole that someone thinks I'm ranting about you FUCK YOOOOOUUUUUU) or you feel this is a PERFECT TIME to go off on how stereotypical Kurt fucking Hummel is and how that's wrong (I'm sorry I mentioned him, my son happens to have a crush on that character and hey, that was about MY SON) and way to gloss over all of the other LGBT-friendly programs/movies I mentioned....
Let me tell you right now that I am stepping away from my computer to give you ample room to go fuck yourself. I want to make sure that you have all the space you need to do a really good thorough job of it. Really work those fingers in. Make it count. And get through your head that this isn't just some essay, some series of 1s and 0s FOR ME. This is about my SON'S ACTUAL LIFE.
Comments off because I just can't.