I have originally planned to try and write some fiction tonight. fs01 is hanging and I need to get that back on track. After a couple of tests with some help from some friends I'm finding myself able to reach a state that is close to the state I would reach frequently before last Friday, which also happens to be the mindspace from where I write my fiction. I was supposed to be writing... but now I'm blocked.
It's not something I'd rather go into in great detail of specific, but T's son has become a problem that may be insurmountable. T let him drop out of high school. He doesn't work. He doesn't bathe. He doesn't help out. He doesn't exercise. He plays video games all day/night. In the past year and a half he has put on over 150 lbs. and now resides over 400 lbs. in a family with a history of diabetes. His ability to cope is rather non-existent and without turning things around he will likely end up a homeless diabetic. This has become a major problem interacting with T and tonight it came to a head again and I'm feeling rather wrecked.
I really want to write about things that don't just make things seem so down. I can't tell if I'm more frustrated or hurt right now.