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ALRIGHT. Last night was strange. My mom started freaking out and acting all physcopatheic, so I tried to help her and ended up not helping much at all. I was going to take her to the St Vincent's Stress Center, but I ended up taking her to her freaking boyfriend's apartment instead. I guess thats what you get when you try and help people, right? I suppose after I took her over there she did calm down alot, so at least something was accomplished. Well, what do you know..yet another disapointment this morning. I was supposed to meet Adam at the car dealership where he bought his car at 8 AM so I could help him to make sure he wasnt getting fucking over on his contract. So I wake up super fucking early, fight traffic, and get there at 8:01. Can you guess what I did? I waited, and waited, and waited some more untill about 8:50 rolled around then I had to be at work. So I called his cell phone a million times, then called his house and let it ring for about 5 minutes untill he finally anwsered and had been asleep. I guess this is the kind of treatment you get after you go completley out of your way to help someone. Whatever.