Today was my day off. I got to go to the CVS, by foot, because my wife's car died on the way to get Juice, Deodorant, and coke. It decided that it didn't need powersteering and that it would rub the serpentine belt til it came off.
I'm also stressing because the jackasses at work still have not told us what days off I'll have next week, so I don't know if I'll be off just Saturday or Saturday AND Sunday.
I am stressing about the party in general. I'm not sure I even want one, although, I really would like to have one. I don't want to have any drama, and so, naturally, there's drama. And, yes R, I know it's supposed to be about me, but that's selfish, and I am like Xelana, I try to please everyone, even if it's at the expense of my own pleasure. I know that's stupid, but that's how I am. I am rarely up front about how I feel with anybody, and that's causing me as much heartache as it has saved me from.
Fuck the fucking fuckers.