Note to self
Remember there's a "friends only" option when you rant and rave about something that would not be palatable to have found by the person you're ranting and raving about, or by the person who you're upset for (even though THAT doesn't make sense, but hey, no surprise there, right? I'd be wrong, and the person causing the pain would be right, and I'd be mean for not understanding) - although the chances of either happening are slim to none and it's arrogant of me to think that my thoughts on the matter are of any import anyhow.
Damn fridge icing up again. Repairman coming out tomorrow afternoon. Thursday I have to leave work to go get Tyler, then get him moved out and come back to work as quickly as possible. Little to no shopping done, family stress on my side, my brother has ignored every text I've sent and I am too tired to ask him if he's upset at me (although I have no idea of ANYTHING he could be upset about, as I haven't seen or spoken to him since Thanksgiving - well - I've TRIED to "speak" with some texts...and I KNOW he got them, thank you very much iPhone for yet again providing a tool that can so easily be used to freak myself out). And more fun at work - they warned me since day 1 that the holidays suck around here, but I only now realize that many of those warnings were people gleefully anticipating the ability to be bitchy, childish and mean (aka mother f'ing harbingers of pain), or folks readying themselves to be sources of panic, doom and gloom (aka chicken littles). I'm tired.
Damn fridge icing up again. Repairman coming out tomorrow afternoon. Thursday I have to leave work to go get Tyler, then get him moved out and come back to work as quickly as possible. Little to no shopping done, family stress on my side, my brother has ignored every text I've sent and I am too tired to ask him if he's upset at me (although I have no idea of ANYTHING he could be upset about, as I haven't seen or spoken to him since Thanksgiving - well - I've TRIED to "speak" with some texts...and I KNOW he got them, thank you very much iPhone for yet again providing a tool that can so easily be used to freak myself out). And more fun at work - they warned me since day 1 that the holidays suck around here, but I only now realize that many of those warnings were people gleefully anticipating the ability to be bitchy, childish and mean (aka mother f'ing harbingers of pain), or folks readying themselves to be sources of panic, doom and gloom (aka chicken littles). I'm tired.