Annoyed, frustrated, fed up. That about covers it. If I could drink or smoke at work, I would.

I’m sick of sleeping alone nearly every night. I don’t know how much more of this job I can take. I need the boy home more often. There is too much to do at home and too little time for me to do it all in. The day he is home I have to give him a list of stuff to do. Then we get to spend about 3 hours together before he goes back to work. Forget spending any sort of quality time together. I feel so distant from him…not sure if he’s feeling the same way or if he even cares.

I’m sick of dealing with traffic and the morning bullshit. Sick of waking up at the ass crack of dawn exhausted. This morning I had to stop at two different gas stations to get 5 gallons of gas. No, not because I’m a dipshit loser who only puts in $5.00 at time. My card won’t read at Quik Trip so I went to Shell, only to pick the broken pump that wouldn’t stay on.

I left home without making coffee because I was trying to hurry and I thought traffic would be light. I waited till I got on Olive Blvd to go to Starbucks. Sitting in the left turn lane behind some ass bag who apparently forgot to wash his pussy this morning and was afraid to turn left on a green light without and actual arrow. I park, walk up to the door only to find a line that was doubled back almost to the door. Turned around, got in the car and drove another block to McDonald’s. There was a line there too but it was shorter and I didn’t have to get out of my car.

Everything is a fucking ordeal in my life. I finally made it to work, 30 minutes late.

I need this 5 day break like nobody’s business. I can’t go to the Smokey Mtns with my sister, she has to work Friday. We are going cemetery scouting on Thursday instead of cooking a bunch of stupid fattening food. The boy won’t be home of course but what else is new.

Fuck.My.Life.