Today I planned on getting up, replying to some important messages, and then going off to Borders to hang out with Kyle when he got back from work.
Did that happen? No.
Why? Because I was woken up by my mother, proclaiming that she's going out for the day. That would be fine -- I prefer the time alone here -- except I am sure she went with my ex-stepfather, which means that she'll be all loaded up with bullshit from him about what a horrible person I am and how I need to be kicked out onto the street. In other words, as soon as she gets back and for at least the next week or two, she'll be a nightmare to be around (this *always* increases when he starts hanging out here)...
So I spent the day too anxious and stressed-out to do anything other than sit. I finally managed to shower around 1pm, but haven't done anything since. As soon as they get back, I'm going to head out for the evening. I would do it right now, except my anxiety levels are too high -- I'd end up silently fretting the whole time that they managed to turn the stove on and burn the place down or that she/Alan would decide that my not being home upon their return made for a great time to throw all my belongings into the street.
She SAID she'd be back at 4pm, meanwhile, so I am stressed out by her not being here when she said she would be. Plus the phone keeps ringing as her brother is looking for her. As if the results of her hanging out with the jerk aren't enough for me to be over-anxious about...
Posted by moggy at July 30, 2003 05:11 PM | TrackBack
