Is it possible for me to have any less energy than I do right now? I was in a horrid mood today; I'm not sure what brought it on, but it was probably lack of sleep. Matthew is sick, so he snores a lot [because he's stuffed up] and that keeps me awake [because I am a very light sleeper].

Oh, scratch that last paragraph and let me start over. About two weeks ago, my mom called me and asked, "Are you sitting down?" I was so she told me her news, that she had broken up with her boyfriend of 13 years. I really love Howard, but my mom's got to do whatever makes her happy, so we talked about it a bit and I thought all was positive. I broke the news to Matthew, who was very upset, and then carried on with my life.

Three days later, she calls me asks, "Are you sitting down?" I was so she told me her news, that she was in love with and had married someone else. I've skipped the whole play by play where during the first phone call I thought she was going to tell me my dog had died and during the second one I thought she was going to tell me she was a lesbian.

I've met my new step-father twice I think, and my brother thinks he may have met him once. Way to go mom! Actually, when she first told me I was fine with the news and thought, "Wow, my mom sure is stranger than most," but since then the idea of all of these sudden changes has become stressful. My mom has just sold my childhood home, purchased a new home which she wants me to visit often, continually mentions how much she wants grandkids and how great the new house will be for them, ended a very long relationship, and has eloped with some new guy.

My new step-dad is in a wheelchair, so my mom is currently installing wheelchair ramps, and they will be moving in together as soon as possible. It really does make for a good story. I even got my brother to call me from England just so we could discuss the craziness of our mother.

For the record, April 25th is officially GDBMDTBOM day (or Get Drunk Because Mom Dropped the Bomb On Me day). My brother has agreed that this should be an annual celebration.

What really made the whole situation stressful is that my mom asked me not to write about it here. I don't know that I've found a better wy of dealing with life's little twists then setting thoughs down on "paper" here. With this diary, I can let things go, I can release. Without it, I'm lost.

So I find myself, up past my bed time, desperate to finally purge. I recently dreamt that there was a pizza place that was having all of their employees serve naked, which didn't seem especially preferable. Last night my supervisor and I went to our local Irish pub for after-work drinks in what is sure to be a weekly event. Yesterday I missed my exit to work because some guy would not let me get over; I don't know that I've ever missed an exit driving anywhere before. Last night I got out of bed at 4 am and slept on the couch because Matthew's snoring was driving me so crazy. Today my grandfather was supposed to be released from the hospital [I haven't gotten any confirmation, but I am assuming this happened]. There, much better...