This is(not) fun

I'm sending this from my fucking phone because my Internet is down. I just realized my spell check doesn't work. Well maybe predictive text will get me through. Why do I do this to myself? I always wait till the last minute to do school. I'm a single mother. I'm a full time student. I'm the manager of a restaurant in north richland hills. Oh and did I mention I'm also trying to keep it together sober for the first time. I'm also a recovering alcoholic. Plus my son is learning disabled and was failing life in Dallas so I packed up my family and moved to Euless at the begining of this semester. I started a new career in a new city with a new girlfriend one month before I started my son in a new school district. Needless to say it's been hectic. I had a mental break down around midterms and walked out of one test crying from overwhelming test anxiety. I had to be placed on antidepressants and drop one class. Oh and I just found out I didn't drop the class because the retard in the bursar office didn't send the info in. Now I'm sending this while my girlfriend is one the phone with att trying to get our Internet on before the twelve o'clock deadline for the final in this class. Which by the way I'm not even sure I've completed properly. Fuck my fucking life. I'm not an a student but I'm not a failure either. I am a solid c student and if given enough time I can usually squeeze out a b. But this semester I suck all around. I have had to fire three ppl in three weeks. Just before Christmas. And I've got 9 other ppl quitting because it's a new restaurant and they aren't making enough. I'm in the weeds of life. What's a girl to do. 4 min left before deadline. Looks like I'm sending the teach my rough draft I have saved in my email. Another class bites the dust. Dammit. Well now that I've thrown my tempertantrum I'm glad know one reads this ;-)