Today has fucking sucked ass.
First, my car wouldn't start. Wouldn't even turn over. Apparently, I left my hatch open sunday night, and my battery died. Well, we don't have jumper cables, the keys to the Ranger (thanks again Rande and Sue, for taking both sets with you to NEBRASKA), and I "can't" drive the GTI. No, Will, I can't drive it when you're around because you YELL at me.
Call mom, borrow jumper cables. Mom says she and Amanda won't be doing the marathon we've been planning since JANUARY for various lame reasons. And then asks to barrow 70 bucks. Which I of course give her.
Get the car's security measures taken care of, try to jump it. 30 minutes later, it roars to life. And is out of gas.
No one from work will call me back.
I fight back tears and eat. Try not to vomit it up out of stress and the fact that I can't eat anything without nearly vomiting it up ten minutes later.
Get ready to leave for work. Remind Will that he needs to call three of the credit agencies about the fact that some ass stole his ss#. Have fight with Will.
Go down stairs, and cry in basement. Call work. Tell them you can't make it. Call mom. Cry to her about how shitty today has been. Hang up, cry some more. Decide to be productive around the house. Get bitched at for not going to work today. Wait for mom to show up to get her money and talk to me about her party next week.
That's where I'm at now. I got meat marinated, laundry going, and I furminated all the mongrels and rabbit. I now have cramps too. Today just blows. I've felt like shit for about a month now, should probably take a pregnancy test since I'm starting to fall into those symptoms again. And I really want to go complusive spend right now. maybe buy myself that kitchenaide or dyson vacuum we registered for. I want to bake, too, but we only have one egg.
First, my car wouldn't start. Wouldn't even turn over. Apparently, I left my hatch open sunday night, and my battery died. Well, we don't have jumper cables, the keys to the Ranger (thanks again Rande and Sue, for taking both sets with you to NEBRASKA), and I "can't" drive the GTI. No, Will, I can't drive it when you're around because you YELL at me.
Call mom, borrow jumper cables. Mom says she and Amanda won't be doing the marathon we've been planning since JANUARY for various lame reasons. And then asks to barrow 70 bucks. Which I of course give her.
Get the car's security measures taken care of, try to jump it. 30 minutes later, it roars to life. And is out of gas.
No one from work will call me back.
I fight back tears and eat. Try not to vomit it up out of stress and the fact that I can't eat anything without nearly vomiting it up ten minutes later.
Get ready to leave for work. Remind Will that he needs to call three of the credit agencies about the fact that some ass stole his ss#. Have fight with Will.
Go down stairs, and cry in basement. Call work. Tell them you can't make it. Call mom. Cry to her about how shitty today has been. Hang up, cry some more. Decide to be productive around the house. Get bitched at for not going to work today. Wait for mom to show up to get her money and talk to me about her party next week.
That's where I'm at now. I got meat marinated, laundry going, and I furminated all the mongrels and rabbit. I now have cramps too. Today just blows. I've felt like shit for about a month now, should probably take a pregnancy test since I'm starting to fall into those symptoms again. And I really want to go complusive spend right now. maybe buy myself that kitchenaide or dyson vacuum we registered for. I want to bake, too, but we only have one egg.