About nothing.

I just read my last couple g-chat conversations with my mom.  I don't know how I ended up doing this.  It is not the time.  I'm at work.  I'm busy.

We talked about nothing.  She sent me her resume -- she was applying for a job.  She told me about her awesome new counselor.  She told me how she wasn't resigned to her disability.  I responded, but not as much as I wish I had, I was just doing whatever I was doing.  I should have said COME VISIT ME TOMORROW.  Or I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

Crap crap crap crap crap.

This pain is so huge and unyielding.