So, Christmas is in a week.
I’m still sick as a dog and trying to slog my way through getting things ready around here, with pauses to debate, “Pass out or throw up?”
I’ve been fucked over by a couple people I trusted. (You would think I would have learned with 34+ years on this planet to not trust people, but apparently not.)
My grandmother is pissed at me and she’s not even here yet.
What I need is about a week of uninterrupted sleep, which obviously, I won’t get.
Shit, and I JUST remembered that I have to meet with a contractor at 2PM. Rescheduled due to car trouble. Never thought I’d be happy for someone’s car crapping out.
God, I hate this time of year.
