cleaned last night after practice, came home to find some dishes left, a dirty kitchen floor, and can't take it. thanks mom, i'm realizing what it's like to be you, to have me, it makes sense, although you had the extra add on of being family, this is real, this is truth, i don't know how she can take it all, there can certainly be a lot of built up resentment, a lot of stuff that's just there, but you learn to deal with it, right? fantasies only work with faces I know, i can't do it with supermodels or actresses. flesh and blood, at least in my mind, disc, ultimate, spoiled, playing running, jumping, part of a team with jerseys, what's it going to be like going back?