dorei

Sometime between now and tomorrow I have to manage to type up a 140 page transcription, wrap presents for my brother's family before my dad heads up to PA for their xmas celebrations, entertain the stepchild because the husband is working all fucking weekend and still find time to shop for last minute stocking stuffers, xmas eve dinner prep stuff and oh yes, breathe. The breathing part is hard because I'm sick and therefore cannot breathe through my nose as the snotmonster has taken up residence there. And sometime Thursday afternoon some shards of glass snuck into my throat because that's what it feels like every time I swallow.

Life sucks, you know that? Dammit. I want my mom.