Ah, I am so glad to be home. I'm so sick of smelling those diffusers my sister has: much prefer the smell of wet dog or old carpet to diffusers. Sick of walking those dogs in the mud. Sick of trying to get on the internet and failing. Sick of being surrounded by chocolate and junk food. Sick of succumbing to the call of it and eating half of it.
Glad to be back in my room. One of my roommates actually hugged me when I came back home today.
I dread work tomorrow. It's been getting worse and worse... and worse.
My sister and I were supposed to hang out for xmas day. We had planned on watching videos and eating something. When she changed her plans in order to go to North Carolina she didn't apologize or say anything other than "Can you house sit?"
And so I did, grudgingly, because that is what sisters do. Well yesterday she called me to tell me she was coming home a day early... apparently her guy is a severe alcoholic and when she said something to him about it, he packed a bag, and left her in his house. He took off to go hang out with his drinking buddy.
lol, that's RICH.
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