So I have exactly twelve hours and forty minutes until the DCS chick will be here to inspect- and my mom’s house still looks like Hurricane Katrina just missed it. Oh well- not much I can do at this point: she’s sleeping like a baby right here on the couch: a drunk lil passed-out baby without a care in the world.

I, on the other hand, can’t sleep: even more so than usual. So I just broke down & took a dose of sleep meds. With any luck, I’ll be passed out by three and wake up around seven. If I take my morning meds right away, maybe I can get my ass in gear by eight. That gives me at least seven hours to work the miracle it’ll take to get this place in order- I’m almost certain she won’t be much help. I dunno- think I can swing it? I guess we’ll see. Maybe you could pray to your god for me? I need all the help I can get!