~ Dreading running errands with my dad, even though I know it won't take incredibly long, still, I'm dreading it.

~ I think I might do some more cleaning once the errands are done.

~ I'm just not in the mood to work today.  I feel a bit better, but the office is cold, and I just don't want to be here.  I'd work totally willingly if I were at home.

~ I'm feeling another round of 'Ah, fuck it.' coming around where I just throw my hands up and cast off whatever it is I'm stressing over to someone else so they can stress and I'll just follow along and not give a shit because I won't be to blame if it doesn't work out since I wasn't handling the situation.

~ I admit I was honestly and utterly shocked that despite all of my 'health' faux pas last week I still lost weight.  I didn't get all that much exercise in, some yes, but not a lot, but still managed to lose 1.2 lbs.  Maybe I should eat greasy, bad for me burgers more often?  No, that's too good to be true, lol.

~ I need to buy some more candy for the candy jar on my desk so it doesn't look so embarrassingly empty. 

It's reached the point of lowness that whomever usually takes from it has decided they no longer will because they might get 'caught'.  Because I didn't notice that it went from brimming full to holding only 8 measly Hershey kisses when I wasn't eating any of them?

~ I'm feeling it today, in reference to just how sick I am of having to go home to another person.

What I mean by this is simply my dad.  I'm tired of going home from work knowing he'll be there whether my husband is or not.  My husband I can at least tell to buzz off and go find something to do until I'm ready to tolerate him for the day, my dad, not so much, and he interrupts all my plans and screws things up.

I don't know, some days it just builds on me and it feels damn near suffocating, like if it doesn't change soon I'm going to flip out and regret it.  I don't think I'd do that, but I guess people who have been pushed to extreme limits do unexpected, out of character things, so who knows what could happen.  I just know I'd love to simply think 'Woo hoo, going home to an empty house and if I get the bug up my butt I can experiment with some cooking and there will be no one home to hover!'

~ Less that 45 minutes left. 

I might just leave early just for shits n giggles.  I don't have a lot else going on, so why not.  Also, I think I'll take a couple print outs home to work on, which not only lets me get a little more work done, but it also gives me some hard evidence that I'm WORKING and can't be bothered when I'm at home.