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I went down stairs to lay down, and ended up sleeping a couple hours... you know what that means... another sleepless night, unless I take a bunch of melatonin and gravol.
Mom and Tara are both irate, and Zeke may be in bed already or is m.i.a. AJ's down stairs staying out of everyone's way. Tara says every time she comes here she ends up feeling upset. Same here... every time she comes, I end up feeling upset. It's nice that Zeke is so laid back and easy going. She's so uptight and emotional, it's not even funny. It just makes me want to punch her thrice... once in the stomach, and once in each ovary... straight shot, right to the baby-makers. Her terrible, immature, naive decisions infuriate me. Her attitude and whininess don't help either. Two extra migraine strength pills later, I still have a mean headache. This stress is going to be the death of me, I swear. Mom's angry that I'm hostile, and wants me to be excited and get along. I don't want to do either. I'm NOT excited. I DON'T like her. So Tara's upset that I won't talk to her about why I'm angry and says she doesn't know (but how could it not be blatantly obvious?), and says "this is just ridiculous" and goes for a drive. Her car overheats, and it's in the driveway, and she's more stressed than before. There's a small feeling of sympathy, but also a big laugh in her face. Karma! Karma.
Mom and Tara are both irate, and Zeke may be in bed already or is m.i.a. AJ's down stairs staying out of everyone's way. Tara says every time she comes here she ends up feeling upset. Same here... every time she comes, I end up feeling upset. It's nice that Zeke is so laid back and easy going. She's so uptight and emotional, it's not even funny. It just makes me want to punch her thrice... once in the stomach, and once in each ovary... straight shot, right to the baby-makers. Her terrible, immature, naive decisions infuriate me. Her attitude and whininess don't help either. Two extra migraine strength pills later, I still have a mean headache. This stress is going to be the death of me, I swear. Mom's angry that I'm hostile, and wants me to be excited and get along. I don't want to do either. I'm NOT excited. I DON'T like her. So Tara's upset that I won't talk to her about why I'm angry and says she doesn't know (but how could it not be blatantly obvious?), and says "this is just ridiculous" and goes for a drive. Her car overheats, and it's in the driveway, and she's more stressed than before. There's a small feeling of sympathy, but also a big laugh in her face. Karma! Karma.