He brings home a bag with soft tacos in it.

My ankle is about as swollen as it can possibly get. It aches and hurts and is very annoying to deal with. Some old wench at work was making fun of me when she thought I wasn't looking. But then she makes fun of everyone. She thinks it's funny because I am limping. I injured my foot, ankle and knee. I can't go to the doctor because insurance is screwed up. So I am in constant pain and have a difficult time walking. Gee, that's so very funny. I hope her nasty wannabe dreads fall out. Now that would be funny.

Everyone here has a cold. Men can be such big freakig babies when they get sick. It's just a COLD! I have one too! I'm not whining and acting like it's the freaking plague!!!!!

Tomorrow is Friday. I am off on Monday. Three day weekends are a good thing.

And yes Kal, I don't have any pants on. There, I mentioned pants. Are you satisfied??

Then I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle when taking Dylan to school.

Oh what a great start of a day it is!

Work sucked. There was about a foot and a half thick pile of work on my desk. Someone was supposed to help out while I was gone. It never happened.

Gah.

Saturday night proved to suck too. Wayne was being a total ass again. Simply because he couldn't find something that he needed. I told him where to look. Did he look there? No. He looked in my stuff. In the closet. Everywhere else but the place I told him to look. He then decided to turn on the water because the faucet was dripping. I turned it off and told him to act like an adult. Once I was out of the room, he did it again. The water faucet was turned on so the water came out full force. I turned it off and gave him hell. He does this crap when things don't go his way. He will do whatever it takes to irk me. He does these things on purpose so he won't have to do them. Such as doing the dishes wrong, washing the clothes wrong, doing anything the wrong way so no one will ask him to do it again. The big fucking baby. I hate him. I told him that I hate him. Fucker.

My sister came to get her dog yesterday, many hours after she was supposed to be here. Brat. She is jobless, has quit school, and moved away from home. She doesn't have a place to live and sleeps wherever she can. She can't properly take care of the dog in her situation. This dog can't stay in a kennel all the time. I wish she would just grow up or at least face reality for once. All she can do is whine about how crappy everything is for her.

It wasn't that bad. She has screwed up and it's her own damn fault.

I'm tired of people whining all the time about crap. I mean, things aren't really that bad. Suck it up and deal with it. It could be worse. For some of us, we are living a freaking nightmare that seems as if it will never stop. Do we constantly whine? No, we deal with it and move on. If you only knew the entirety of it all, then perhaps you would just shut the fuck up and be thankful for how easy your lives are.

I still feel like shit. The headache has been with me for a week now, though it did go away for a little while last night. I've been so tired and ended up sleeping a lot yesterday and today. I just don't have any energy at all. I'm going to try and get something done around here. The house isn't messy, but I do have a few things to get taken care of today. Then I have to do homework and cook dinner.

Homework time is never fun.

Tonight I think I'll prepare for it by taking the excedrin *before* Dylan gets home.