Better Living Through Chemistry; A Prime Example
My Dad showed up here this morning in a completely pissy mood. He stomped around outside for an hour or so, ripped down a post that I had set yesterday, changed his mind, put it back in the hole, got pissed off at my drill because he doesn't know how to work it, threw my only good phillips bit into the woods which I could not find again, declared that he had to go "do some stuff" and left.
I ask thee, dear readers....what the fuck?
My best guess is that he's antsy from not having any pot. Worst-case, he might be out of his other meds that keep him functioning in society (more or less). Either way I'll be talking with Robin later on about it.
In other news, there are two rednecks in my basement today installing a new heat pump. Let's see...there's a Matt and a Brooks. I offered them coffee and they would have none of it. I can feel them under the floor banging away at whatever, I'll be checking in on them periodically. I'm not really trying to make new friends here, but I somehow feel compelled to be a good hostess. The three-legged put bull isn't helping the cause.
So it's 10am on a Monday and I don't know what to do with myself. I'm at a point where I can't move ahead without getting some materials, but I can't go anywhere while the hillbillies are here. Fuck it, I say. I sorta hope Dad doesn't even come back until tomorrow. I'm not trying to deal with him being all crazy. I'm taking Red to a Dr's appointement this afternoon and I have a good book to read. I'm sore as fuck from these past two days anyway, I could use a few hours of quiet.
-E
I ask thee, dear readers....what the fuck?
My best guess is that he's antsy from not having any pot. Worst-case, he might be out of his other meds that keep him functioning in society (more or less). Either way I'll be talking with Robin later on about it.
In other news, there are two rednecks in my basement today installing a new heat pump. Let's see...there's a Matt and a Brooks. I offered them coffee and they would have none of it. I can feel them under the floor banging away at whatever, I'll be checking in on them periodically. I'm not really trying to make new friends here, but I somehow feel compelled to be a good hostess. The three-legged put bull isn't helping the cause.
So it's 10am on a Monday and I don't know what to do with myself. I'm at a point where I can't move ahead without getting some materials, but I can't go anywhere while the hillbillies are here. Fuck it, I say. I sorta hope Dad doesn't even come back until tomorrow. I'm not trying to deal with him being all crazy. I'm taking Red to a Dr's appointement this afternoon and I have a good book to read. I'm sore as fuck from these past two days anyway, I could use a few hours of quiet.
-E