Goin' down to South Park...
Well, thankfully my sister, brother-in-law and niece will be arriving in about six or seven hours. Otherwise, I don't know what I would do. My dad isn't exactly being receptive to me being home. Fortunately I've talked to Matt a couple of times since I've been home, and he helps calm me down and put things in perspective. As he keeps reminding me, at least my dad has to work tomorrow. And he does. So I can sleep. Even though on his way out the door (to go shopping and drop off a sweeper at his girlfriend's, where, by the way, he will probably be for awhile. He took the Amaretto and Sweet and Sour with him) he was like "wake up at a reasonable time and be productive." Since he decided to put off fixing Cleo's breaks for a week, he's going to be driving Pedro. I had hoped that he would fix Cleo so I could use Pedro, but once again, DENIED. I always try to look on the brighter side of things when I come home, like "hey...I can leave sometimes" but it always turns out bad. My dad's idea of being "productive" means cleaning the house. Fuck that. As he has continually reminded me, I don't live here anymore. Therefore, I no longer have to pick up his messes. I'm just worn out. I've had even more trouble than usual sleeping lately. My emotions have been really weird (no, it's not me just being a girl.) I have no idea what's going on. Oh well. Here's to yet another week of being at home by myself. Woo.