*screaming in incoherant insanity*

I just wish, for ONCE, that my mother would STFU!!!

FingA! She’s CRYING now because she’s bitching about how ‘life’ has ‘treated her’ and that ‘she’ll die’ before this ‘house is clean’. >< Now she’s drumming her fingers and complaining that she’s alone. "Why do you talk to animals? Because they listen!" ><

Anyway, this day started OFF nice…

Then my mother woke up and ruined my *cencred* life. She told me to turn the damned music off, which wasn’t loud, you couldn’t hear it from the table anyway, and started up a good raving lunatic show of screaming and hissy-fits. -_-

ANYWAY

Our DM came to our department birthday party (Everyone but Shannon was born in September or October), and she did something really cool. She did a card reading for us, even though Annie called it B*S. (*rolls eyes* She’ll learn one day)

Paula told me that I really need to open myself up to the other world which is knocking quite loudly on my window, that when I do, I’ll be a bright flame and have to guard myself from moths. That I have serious parent issues, which is true, and that Joe is good for me. That I didn’t mean Elizabeth by fluke, and we’re rather similar. I need to let my intuition rule more than my logic, which is sometimes hard to do. And my guardian angel is Archangel Michael. *smiles* Which is ironic. I’ve always loved Michael, and here she tells me that he’s the one that’s been knocking and telling me to trust him.

What was funnier, is that she said he’d speak to me sometime…

Wake up the next day after this, and I realize that I need to go to the doctors because I feel like a mac truck hit me, and Joe asks me ‘What the hell was it with all the ‘yes,sir’, ‘okay, sir’, ‘I understand, sir’, stuff?

*smiles* I feel better, but the whole thing with my mother… *shaking head* THAT is the problem at the moment, and I TRY to ignore her… that just makes it fifty bajillion times worse… *is frustrated* I’ve wanted to write, but I can’t get anything out… and it just pisses me off ’cause her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. ><

Now for something really fun. My work schedule for last week and next week

Sunday 3-10:30 (After working 5-11:30 and 3-11:30)

Monday: 11-7 (actually more like 9:30)

Tuesday: Off

Weds: 11-7 (more like 8:30)

Thursday: Off

Friday: 5-11:30 AGAIN!

Satruday 12-9 (at least it’s not midnight -_-)

Sunday 7:45-5

monday 7:45-5

Tuesday 3-11:30

Weds and Thursday OFF

Friday: 11-7

and saturday is the midnight shift 4-1:30, yes, that’s AM.

I’ve got a little writing done, maybe I should post it… *pauses* Maybe not seeing as mom’s back in full-on raging ‘byatch’ mode. -_- What a joy my life is…