Irritable - 25.11.13 in Your Face

I'm so sad that I missed Ernie's first encounter with snow.

I don't know how I feel today. I am extremely short tempered. I am far from happy, but I am not in a depressed black hole. I feel ... nothing.

My boss is thinking of firing the new me. It's a shame because she really is a sweet woman, she's just terrible at this job. I don't know, though. My boss says a lot of things that don't happen so I'll just wait and see.

I think I am going to move my boxes out of my bedroom and into the storage area at work. My moron brother set up his dog's bed in the shed and now leaves the shed door open (even though the dog doesn't set foot in there) and I'll be damned if I am going to let the last of my possessions get ruined because of that idiot.

I just want to ship the fucking things, but there are always other expenses that get priority. I am skint between now and Christmas while I send extra money to M to help with outlays for the car. At least when I finally sell my car the money can ship the boxes and the rest can go into the bank ...

I guess I'm just bored. This isn't the life I want, and living in this house with my hoarder mother and moron brother is just crushing my soul. I am crammed in this tiny room full of boxes, eating the cheapest of cheap take out or canned soups, because anything I put in the fridge gets stolen. My brother is stoned and drunk out of his mind every single night, the dog cries and chews everything up, mother hoards things and has 100 unfinished projects all over the house. To get in and out of the house means climbing over a tv, an oven and the corner of my brother's bed (he moved into the newest extension). It's no wonder I feel enraged all the time. I want out of this disaster of a house before it sucks me in, too.