I saw Mrs. Wynn today. The meeting was fine. She is thinking on changing my medicine again, which is something my mother and I are leery of. I’ll be seeing a woman named Donna for therapy it seems. It is scheduled for 4-7 on a Friday, 2:30. My father went back to his appartment on Wednesday. My girls have been having Internet problems, thus are not in contact with me. It has been a week. I finished the drawing. The background is not great, but hey, they stopped making the pens I like using.
Tomorrow around one we will be going farther south. It will give my brother something to do, I’ll get to look around for colored pencils to replace the ones that were eaten up by the pencil sharpener my mother ruined, and my mother will look into the hair salons there. We might even stop at a book store. That shall be nice.
I am not in the mood to write much more. Ciao.