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moved yesterday. it was a nightmare. the fucktard changed the locks on me. mom and i made him open the door so i could get my stuff out. it's like these people know exactly what buttons to push so that i'll have a panic attack and do anything to get them off my back. i am mentally and physically weak. spending that much time around my ranting, control freak mother had me in a prolonged state of fight-or-flight response, and i could do neither at the time. my muscles and joints are in a lot of pain...i feel like i've been run over by a car. my brain cells are burnt out and pretty useless. i have to deposit some checks and send out the rent money today, and that's all i'm planning to do for the entire day.

on the upside mom and i had a nice breakdast at johnny D's. i had eggs benedict and oatmeal...it's the best restaurant breakfast i've ever had in my life.

wow...i need to mentally refuel.