Today, Maybe Saturday?

I finally got to speak with my mom's doctor and a social worker at Peachford. The doctor's old nonchalant ass was asking me a bunch of questions that I really couldn't answer to begin with (How was her childhood? How were her experiences in the military?) but I answered to the best of my abilities. I asked him when she was getting out, the answer being this weekend. The social worker calls. She wants to set up a family session to discuss what happens when she gets released. We decide to have it today during visitation hours. Cool. Mom calls me. She says the social worker made it sound to her like she would be going home with me today.

I smell bullshit. I don't like bullshit. I think I'm allergic to it at times. As I reported yesterday, she signed a paper giving them 72 hours to let her out or take her to court and force her to stay. 72 hours would be, oh, um...Thursday. O_o

I look at it like this. They're going to do one of a few different things. 1)Let her go today and be done with this crap because I'm going to find a way to sue if this goes past tomorrow. And possibly just because. 2)Let her go Thursday because they have to or they'd have to take her to court. 3) Let her go Saturday, even though they have the paper saying they were supposed to let her go by Thursday. 4)Take her to court on Thursday (or however that works) and keep her against her will as long as they want to. We'll see where this mess goes. I am prepared to find a lawyer that I can't pay for and go full on after their asses for this. Being pissed isn't an excuse to fuck up your job. Not like this.

I'm writing again (more than just here) and it feels good. Maybe one day I will get that novel out.

Patches is running around the living room and kitchen being a watch cat...I don't know if he sees or hears something, but its interesting.

I've been thinking of what to do with the whole grad school thing, and I'm pretty sure I've decided I wont be going back to Tech. That place is a headache of a mess I really don't want to deal with ever again. I have narrowed my pursuits to three areas though (I think) since I realize its not a lucrative career to necessarily be a career student. Psychology, business or something related to my B.S. are the ares I'm going to eventually decide from. It's just a much better time to be in school than looking for a job right now, so I need to do something. All of them are things I'm interested in (well not so much business, but I figure I'll be the happiest if I'm my own boss) and I'm not afraid to take them all the way if I have to. Me, doctor of psychology? I could see it.

Nothing much happened in the rest of life today. Got some stuff from the apartment since I'm at mom's during all of this (and probably will be for a while anyway). I'm thinking the plan of attack is to pack up, rearrange mom's storage unit, and move stuff a little at a time. Or maybe enlist in the help of a few cars for one big trip to cut down on truck expenses. I don't really have anything all that big or that's unable to break down into smaller pieces(except a queen mattress I really don't want anymore anyway) so I should be okay. We'll see what happens.

G'Night.