I can be dramatic and prone to exaggeration. But the title of this post best describes my feelings about being in the final stretch of my divorce mediation. I keep peeking out from behind my fingers like, “is it over yet? what the fuck why isn’t it over yet?!” Maybe someday the insanity, ugliness and absurdity (and the smutty things I’ve done to avoid thinking about it all) will make a great book. Or just a book. Or not. I have no idea and I’m too tired to care.
In the meantime, please enjoy the hilarious and neurotic ramblings of Ms. Sinead O’Connor. It’s a tad confusing at first, but stick with it through the pick-up truck post…it’s good stuff.