Cheap Therapy

It’s closing in on 7:30 am…and I’m awake. I’m awake and have already had my morning cup of coffee. I’m not impressed. I’ve had less than 2 hours of sleep…and there is a bloody moran in my bed. (Unfortantly it’s the one that ‘belongs’ there.)  [Hey Raya, didn’t I call it pretty good, said his lazy arse wouldn’t get up and go to work….his ickle leggie hurts. *rolls eyes*]  I went to bed at a bit after three…thinking I should be able to get a bit of sleep in. Well come 5am, I’m awake, trying to get the pet up for work…and for half an hour he jus lays there like the lump that he is. Then at 5:30 he asks for the phone, so he can call the person who he gives a ride to work that he’ll have to find a diffrent way into work today. (Yes folks, someone is foolish enough to ‘rely’ on him for a ride to work. And he lets him know 1/2 hour before they are suppose to be there that he won’t be making it in…and that’s on a good day. Somedays he doesn’t even give him that much warning.)

Needless to say…I’m not in the best of mindsets at the moment. Though wandering around O.D. has helped put me at ease some…Yay for cheap therapy.

So currently I’m laying on the couch, on the laptop…it’s a new hobby of mine, lazy web sufring. *laughs* Actually I’m too tired to think about trying to set up…and I am still hoping to squeeze in a bit of sleep somewhere along the lines. Critter B is currently sleeping beside his pet loser. And he was up a bit late after a late nap yesterday…so perhaps I can squeeze in an hour or so…then again, probably not. *shrugs*

I called my Mum to forewarn her that the idiot didn’t go to work. I so do hate it when she gets here and it’s a surprise…she doesn’t take it well. Not that I blame her. It’s her who pays most of the bills, it’s her that has to take care of most thing around the house, and it’s her that has to pick up the slack when he doesn’t go to work. So when he spends whatever money he keeps on who knows what (he put something like $50.00 worth of time on his cell phone in one week…I still can’t figure out how he manged to go through that much…and not even going to wager a guess as to how much he spends on beer and the like (despite saying he doesn’t drink anymore…or much anymore…or whatever sounds good at the moment. *rolls eyes*)

I think I hear Critter B…Yep, there B is…and woke up grumpy…Oh joy. *rolls eyes* Gods…my head hurts…and his whining that he didn’t get to open the door for my  Mum is not helping.

Speaking of opening doors…I heard a bit of a racket last night (and was really wishing for an outside light, since ours burnt out…what was it Wed. or Thur.? *shrugs*), and went to take a peek, to see if I could manage to see anything (this was at probably 2 am or so) and what did I see (after metling the ice off the screen door with my hand) a figure slinking around the underside of my jeep. My thought…’That sure doesn’t move like a cat’. And with good reason, it wasn’t a cat…It was the first racoon to show up since last fall (when the pet idiot brought that bloody dog home…they never came back after the dog was relocated). I wasn’t expecting them until snow melted…perhaps the 30 degree plus weather has caused them to stir.

Well…tomarrow GOF comes out. *glares at Amazon.com* I pre-ordered, in hopes that it would come tomarrow (as when I pre-ordered POA it came on the day it was released, as well as HBP coming when it was released)…but last I checked, it said it could take as long as he 17th to get here. *pouts* Tis not fair…I want to see my men! *laughs*

*listens to the elf and Harley* (The elf being my Mum) They are so cute together sometimes…Which reminds me of the horror I was to hear the other day. The pet’s oldest sister (who is like a year younger than us) is going to be having a baby. *shudders* This woman gives the word BITCH (yes it should be all capital for her) a whole new meaning. I feel for any child that has to have her as a mother. To say she has a nasty disposition is an understatement. Out of the three sisters, she is the one that I would still love to avoid, at all costs. I mean his youngest (of his full-sisters) was the worst when we first got together…but after the rest of the kids were out of the house, she mellowed out a lot, and she’s actually really quite cool. She’s the Harry Potter fan of the group, the one who thanked me when I sent her Raya’s essay on why Snape is not evil. She’s the who takes something to write on/draw on or with when she goes to the family gatherings (which is what I do as well….since I so don’t want to be at any of them). The middle sister, she was quite a bitch to begin with too, but getting out of the house and away from the rest of them, she too mellowed out. That sister is actually got things pretty well figured out for what she wants out of life I think. She’s joined the Peace Corp…and she’s going to be going to Armania (not sure if that’s spelled right) for 2 years. She’s really excited about it too.

Well…I guess this is probably extremely long…it looks like it might be…
*points back an entry* There is a couple quiz things I put up there last night. And…I don’t know, some other babble. Nothing over important.

I’ve been thinking about revamping the look of my diary…though I wouldn’t know what to do with it…and still in keeping with me name…I don’t want to give up me name. But I think I need to step a bit out all these shades of grey, step out of all these shadows.