week one of absolute shit
This week gives a whole new meaning to disarray. There have been so many steps forward that I have only come to trip on and fall 12 steps back. My apartment situation has given me a migraine and an over-all shitty attitude. All i want to do is sleep and right when the opportunity to presents itself i'm only awakenend by an alarm clock set for the wrong time, or a phone call with more bad news. I'm just waiting for someone to die and that will really top it all of. And drinking this weekend? forget it...unless you want to see a gigantically huge bitch or a sobbing mess. Who knows what the weekend has in store...