blarg. yet again it's proven to be necessary to sedate myself with tylenol pm in order to stop my mind from racing...
and we're out of toilet paper...I never expected this would happen, the way my mother stockpiles stuff.
I've been having one of those days that makes peopel want to ask "Who pissed in your oatmeal?" That is, if they haven't been driven into hiding by the "Aargh, I vill kill everyvun in ze vorld!" glower that seems etched on my face. I'm just very stressed out and have no way to deal with any of it. So mom becomes the target because it feels like she's always needling me, or finding fault with something.
*sigh* This has been a truly crapulent day.
Ren, in response to your questions, I work from 1 to 4 tomorrow, and I'm going to Chicago very very early Friday morning, since I'm supposed to be at court at 9:30 am. I don't know when I'll be back, but definitely at some point on Friday.
With the fighting, and the shooting, and violence, and gloiben gleyben ivanreitman!
this day just keeps gettin' better and better!