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I am exhausted, disheartened, bored, sick to death of being out here, stuck in this situation, stuck in this house (even after getting out today), sick of not knowing when I can go home, sick of missing my family and friends.

And today the stupid idiot used car lot of a fucking nursing home told us they think our mother needs the lockdown unit. She has not been wandering out fo the building-- she is just a huge pain in the ass. And I am hugely pissed. My dad is pissed at us for making plans to go to the nursing home today and then out to lunch with the kids, asking his brother-in-law and then a neighbor to stay with him while we went out. My dad was like, "I didn't know what was going on today. I didn't know you were going up there until right before you left and told me H was coming over."

I can understand that he felt mad that we had just made arrangements without consulting him-- but honestly, did he have PLANS today?

I'm just sick to death of this.

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  1. KTFebruary 1, 2011 at 9:50 PM

    I'm so sorry. You are doing great. Hang in there. We're thinking of you.
    Your family and friends can't leave the house either. They are covered in snow. Everything is closed with multiple snow days. Even I-70 is closed! People are calling it the snowpocalypse. The snow will probably waiting for you when you come home. I think it will last until June.

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