I’m both angry and overwhelmed right now. I’ve been waiting on a check, and telling myself it will all be okay until insert-date. Well, Spouse found out yesterday that the check has only just been printed and sent - and I’m not going to be okay until “the beginning of next week.” I am low on everything. Out of some things. The cat needs cat food. I didn’t want to have to go to the pawn shop, but his inability to ask if he could just pick that damn check up means I have to do something. So fuck you, Spouse. Fuck you.
And fuck you to the kid who just repeated herself eleven times about some damn video game fight. It wasn’t funny, SO NOBODY LAUGHED. So SHUT UP.
Maybe I ought to just go back to bed. It wasn’t worth waking up today.
On the other hand, someone has to be responsible and feed kids and cat. Damn it, why does it have to be me? Every time.
Because HE’S asleep on the sofa, “having a migraine.”
Wow, isn’t that convenient timing!!!!
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