So, I'm in the great state of Florida now. Nothing much to say about that. Got a daughter who pretends to sleep. Don't have that time to myself like I used to. I think I hate people. I think I've written that before. You know, how people suck. I like to think that I'm a good writer, but the thing about that is, "good" is in the eye of the beholder. I've been exercising. I keep forgetting to call the doctor though about my high liver enzymes (whatever that means.) I was feeling great, until I went to the doctor.
It's ironic that I've forgotten how to spell the word complacent. Although, it's not underlined in red, so maybe I did spell it right. I got school classes that I need to write for, and when I wrote that word out, it did not look right. Very strange.
Um, what just happened here?! I wrote like five more paragraphs about this bullshit child support, then when I go to give this post a title, everything that I wrote disappeared. I don't know that it really matters though, cause I got the idea out of my head. I am still a bit worried though, that If I don't become financially stable by the time this child support crap goes through (which may be in like five years) that I could go to jail for not paying money that I don't have. Apparently they do that to people in America. Creating a baby is a jail sentence. But you know what? If I get 3 meals a day, and get to read every day, maybe have a notebook to write on, I think I would be happy in jail.
That's kind of sad. I don't want to be happy in jail. I want to be happy in a house that I earned. I think I can do that. I want those visitation rights to see my son. Not just because me visiting would be the mother's worst nightmare, but because I'll be paying for that right. I believe wholeheartedly that it's better for me to pop in and out of his life, than to not be there at all. His mom is wrong on that issue, and that's all there is to it.
