Friday, March 02, 2007

Dear Diary Friday....

Last night was POOPYAAA! I got home with a headache and absolutely exhausted. I had made an appointment to get my car serviced, but ended up cancelling it to go home, as I figured if I sat and waited for my car, chances of me being a "safe" driver getting home would be in the toilet. By the time I got home I was almost asleep and just not feeling "good". I curled up into bed with a magazine at about 4:30 and just tried to relax. I finally got up and watched TV as I could not relax enough to just read. And then the phone rang. Now, let me preface by saying that my nerves have been on edge for about three weeks....just stress, but I am not handling my stress very well right now. Things at work, things with friends, things with family, things involving attorneys, things at home....just all adding up to a whole bunch of tenseness. Then let's top that off with PMS...makes for a pretty volatile situation. So when the phone call came and it was my OVERLY concerned mother wanting to know if I wanted to drive her car into work because mine is "broke"....I lost it. My car is NOT broke! I need to top off the power steering fluid as it is making some "creaking" noises when I turn the steering wheel (hence, getting my car serviced) but she would NOT let it go. I probably said the same sentence of "No Mom. My car is not broke, I just need to put power steering fluid in it and it will be fine" about a dozen times before I finally just flew off the handle. Yep, it got ugly. I proceeded to say something along the lines of, "Mom! Stop it! I have said this twelve times but apparently I need to repeat it just one more time. NO I DO NOT NEED TO BORROW YOUR CAR AS MINE IS NOT BROKEN!" I think it MIGHT have gotten through to her, but at that point, I didn't care. I got off the phone and went and took a WHOLE bunch of sleeping medicine and crawled into bed. Does anyone see WHY I NEED TO GET AWAY FOR A NIGHT NOW???????????? Yep, I plan on drinking the moment I step into a casino and probably stopping either when I puke or when we are driving home....or when Toni kills me because I am being too obnoxious.


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