While it wasn't my Dad who swooped in to save the day, and while my week hasn't been as bad as a lot of people's here...on my way home from the longish drive to drop my son off to his dad, I was so tired and overcome with stress and tears that I went ahead and pulled into a motel and checked in.

It's crappy and dingy and maybe 1 1/2 stars. I got some 1/2 price Easter candy and a toothbrush at the Walgreens next door and a soda out of the vending machine. They do allow pets, but in order to avoid the extra charge I snuck my 90 pound dog in through a side entrance.

I actually can't afford this, but I'll figure something out. I'm gonna lay here with my candy and my dog and this peace and quiet and cry off and on and sleep alone (except for the dog of course).

F#%k SO, his daughter, my own daughter, my boss, my other boss, my bills, and all the broken shit in my house and on my car. I'm shutting down startinnnng....now.

PS one funny thing happened today...I was scrolling through some website templates at work and one had Lulu the beagle. I'm not kidding.