When I got home yesterday, I spoke with my mom for about an hour. She seemed ok, not well, but ok, during the conversation. What concerned me were her accounts of past events - the things she did, and the things she didn't do. I'm so worried about her and her safety, and even the safety of my sister. It's hard to explain and maybe I'd rather not, but I'm very worried.
After our conversation, I took a quick shower and went to a function with my husband. Normally, I HATE going to these functions, same people, same shit. But last night I was more talkative (even in Spanish!) and more outgoing! I know there's a psychological term for it. I guess I'm trying to compensate what is going on with my mom with my extroverted behavior.
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i thought this blog was about real cocktails. i was like, portia? really?
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