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Well its official, Dad has gone off the deep end again.
Let me first say that I have been a bit sick with various things for about a week and a half now. I believe some I may have caught from people and some I may have caught whilst riding my bike in the rain at 5 am to get to a job I truely hate sometimes only to saty up and work for 14 hours because the other person decided he does not want to come in. So right now, I have pink eye... how the hell I got that, I have no freakin idea. Anyways, I got it yesterday and I have a chest cold... a rather large one so I went to the doctors who informed me I must rest for a good 3 days to remedy the whole dying thing.
So I'm home, sleeping. Honey with lemon. Halo... Sleep.
I wake up this morning to a bunch of noise to find Dad is ripping the kitchen to shreds in his attempt to "clean" it. He then decides to do nonsense rambling for a good 2 hours, makes me move a bunch of things around and then he accuses me of giving him pink eye... I look over and his face is kind of swollen and I can't help but think its because he's kicking up this dust and dog hair and its allergies. So then I say, "Are your eyes pink or crusty?" He says, "No" So then I said, "Then how do you suppose you have pink eye?" "I feel it. I can feel it. Its in my eyes..." So I came to the conclusion that he has gone crazy yet again and instead of blaming jungle monkeys of driving jeeps he decided to use me as his crazy fall.
He then rambles on about how we are all going down the drain to hell in a hand basket... yadda yadda yadda and then says we are all dirty white collar people.
My sister pops her head out of her room and I was like, wtf are you doing here? She said she was dehydrated and felt dizzy earlier and that she felt better and was going to school. So she askes dad to take her and he refuses claiming that in that moment, if he doesn't clean this hallway floor we will all get my sickness and he will eventually die. So he made her clean up the kitchen, what mess he made and move stuff around from the hallway. He took a ton of jackets out of the closet and had them just lying in the middle of the floor. He claimed he had no room so he made some...
Yeah, I don't really get it either. I wish I could get a real nice paying job... bartending*cough cough* and get the hell out of here. I know he's a sick man... the only trouble is he's a little too tough to handle sometimes and I can't take it. You have no idea how hard it is to try to talk to him when in his mind what he rambles about is real and every 2 seconds you have to do something for him because he put it on the ground instead of on a chair and you need to pick it up for him. I'm getting tired of it. We all are. I know that if we could have left him with his sisters we would have. Let them deal with the insanity. 3 weeks and they would be pleading for us to take him back.
I am super hungry and Mom went "shopping" and only bought soup. I can't live off soup! Unacceptable. Well I'm going to kick back, wrap myself in a blanket, hack up a lung, and watch Wanted. Talk to you later gators.
Let me first say that I have been a bit sick with various things for about a week and a half now. I believe some I may have caught from people and some I may have caught whilst riding my bike in the rain at 5 am to get to a job I truely hate sometimes only to saty up and work for 14 hours because the other person decided he does not want to come in. So right now, I have pink eye... how the hell I got that, I have no freakin idea. Anyways, I got it yesterday and I have a chest cold... a rather large one so I went to the doctors who informed me I must rest for a good 3 days to remedy the whole dying thing.
So I'm home, sleeping. Honey with lemon. Halo... Sleep.
I wake up this morning to a bunch of noise to find Dad is ripping the kitchen to shreds in his attempt to "clean" it. He then decides to do nonsense rambling for a good 2 hours, makes me move a bunch of things around and then he accuses me of giving him pink eye... I look over and his face is kind of swollen and I can't help but think its because he's kicking up this dust and dog hair and its allergies. So then I say, "Are your eyes pink or crusty?" He says, "No" So then I said, "Then how do you suppose you have pink eye?" "I feel it. I can feel it. Its in my eyes..." So I came to the conclusion that he has gone crazy yet again and instead of blaming jungle monkeys of driving jeeps he decided to use me as his crazy fall.
He then rambles on about how we are all going down the drain to hell in a hand basket... yadda yadda yadda and then says we are all dirty white collar people.
My sister pops her head out of her room and I was like, wtf are you doing here? She said she was dehydrated and felt dizzy earlier and that she felt better and was going to school. So she askes dad to take her and he refuses claiming that in that moment, if he doesn't clean this hallway floor we will all get my sickness and he will eventually die. So he made her clean up the kitchen, what mess he made and move stuff around from the hallway. He took a ton of jackets out of the closet and had them just lying in the middle of the floor. He claimed he had no room so he made some...
Yeah, I don't really get it either. I wish I could get a real nice paying job... bartending*cough cough* and get the hell out of here. I know he's a sick man... the only trouble is he's a little too tough to handle sometimes and I can't take it. You have no idea how hard it is to try to talk to him when in his mind what he rambles about is real and every 2 seconds you have to do something for him because he put it on the ground instead of on a chair and you need to pick it up for him. I'm getting tired of it. We all are. I know that if we could have left him with his sisters we would have. Let them deal with the insanity. 3 weeks and they would be pleading for us to take him back.
I am super hungry and Mom went "shopping" and only bought soup. I can't live off soup! Unacceptable. Well I'm going to kick back, wrap myself in a blanket, hack up a lung, and watch Wanted. Talk to you later gators.