Retching All Over Life
Usually every Wednesday we go to the soon-to-be in-laws and have dinner. Yesterday my 'second mama' "wasn't feeling well"....I'll bet you anything it was diarrhea.
I need my home-cooked dinner once a week, dammit. I don't care whose home it comes from, as long as it's not from my apartment--dinner here consists of pulling frozen veggie burgers out of the freezer and then sticking them in the oven for 20 minutes. I like to pretend it's gourmet, because I used the "conventional oven" instructions instead of the microwave ones. I'm a bit delusional.
I woke up this morning to cloudy skies that made me want to put my head in between a door and a wall and just slam the door repeatedly. I hate clouds that much. Unless they're the puffy cotton candy-looking ones. Those make me feel fuzzy inside. These aren't those. These make me want to punch babies.
To make it worse, in the few hours I've been awake, it's gotten darker. Who's manning the controls up there? I've got news for you. Sunrise doesn't work that way, ass-face. You can't go backwards like that. I hate you. Stop raining. I hate you.
I don't even feel like functioning today. Most of the time there's no reason to wake up, but my bladder has different ideas so I can't get back to sleep once I'm awake. I don't think that's in my contract. Fuck it. I'm going to play a vegetable today in my own homemade play. Just sitting and staring into nothing, and maybe pissing myself on occasion. I don't answer to my kidneys. Screw them.
Today just might be great.
I need my home-cooked dinner once a week, dammit. I don't care whose home it comes from, as long as it's not from my apartment--dinner here consists of pulling frozen veggie burgers out of the freezer and then sticking them in the oven for 20 minutes. I like to pretend it's gourmet, because I used the "conventional oven" instructions instead of the microwave ones. I'm a bit delusional.
I woke up this morning to cloudy skies that made me want to put my head in between a door and a wall and just slam the door repeatedly. I hate clouds that much. Unless they're the puffy cotton candy-looking ones. Those make me feel fuzzy inside. These aren't those. These make me want to punch babies.
To make it worse, in the few hours I've been awake, it's gotten darker. Who's manning the controls up there? I've got news for you. Sunrise doesn't work that way, ass-face. You can't go backwards like that. I hate you. Stop raining. I hate you.
I don't even feel like functioning today. Most of the time there's no reason to wake up, but my bladder has different ideas so I can't get back to sleep once I'm awake. I don't think that's in my contract. Fuck it. I'm going to play a vegetable today in my own homemade play. Just sitting and staring into nothing, and maybe pissing myself on occasion. I don't answer to my kidneys. Screw them.
Today just might be great.