~ I remembered a couple things I was thinking about last night. One is that it just figures, nice weather, the ground is drying out, perfect timing to go fiddle with my horse to finish her tail ... and I'm sick. Go fricken' figure!
~ I'm all caught up, I'm at work, I feel like crap, I want to go home early, yet I want to get shit done, but I don't feel like just jumping 100% into work ... I need something to flip back and forth to to break the monotony ... and I'm running out of options!
~ I'm going to shoot my dad if he decides that since I'm doing more than just sleeping that means he can give me stuff to do.
See, when I go home, I would like to do a little bit of cleaning just so it doesn't get out of hand, and I need to do my dry cleaning, and I also want to take a bath. I could just see him figuring that since I feel well enough to do that, I should feel well enough to do shit he wants. That's not the way this is going to work. I'm probably gonna use up all my energy just doing what few tasks I want to do.
Hell, yesterday he pissed me off because he asked me if I was going to be around the house (so he could leave the garage unlocked), and this was right after I got home from work. I told him yeah, and that I wasn't gonna go do anything until my husband was home. 4:30 rolls around, my husband gets home, we wanted to leave, and could not get hold of my dad.
Does he think I was just going to stay home so he could dick around and do whatever he wanted just so nobody would try to break into the garage that was closed up, just not locked? Yeah, I went out and locked it and pretty much said to fuck off, I'm not waiting around all day for him.
~ I'm far too crabby to discuss family matters, but sometimes you just gotta.
So yeah, it's confirmed that shit with my BIL is concluded, we're all getting along and all is well. Shit with my SIL is not, and it did not get taken care of, nor brought up, last night. Neither of us felt good enough to deal with it. I don't know when we'll get to it, but while being sick is not a good time. My mom's telling me about what a little fucker my cousin is being and I have to admit, it's pissing me off. I'd sort of like to go bitch slap the little son of a bitch. So yeah, while sick, family is not a good thing.
~Because I'm sick, this office is far to fricken' cold and I feel shitty enough that I really just don't want to be here anymore.
~ If you're walkin' around eating garlic because you heard that just munching on garlic like it's a bag of chips is healthy for you ... then don't be surprised when someone comments about how strong it smells. Garlic smells, in great quantities, it stinks ... DUH.



