So this morning I woke up in a pretty good mood, considering the past couple of days I’ve been really bored and feeling miserable. I was all ready to have a different type of day, and especially in the sense that I was going to not sit at the computer all day long. I didn’t really feel like doing a half hour on the treadmill this morning, but not because I wasn’t motivated and feeling lazy, but more like because I felt two days in a row was good and I didn’t have to do it everyday. Anyways, so I got to work cleaning up and organizing my room because I wanted to do a run through of my packing and see how much room I was going to (not) have. Mom came in just as I was finished up my showering and we said hi and that was about it. I didn’t think much of it, mom’s not really chatty or friendly these days, and I was busy clipping my fingernails (because I gouged myself last night – Mike will attest to that, he heard me whimpering.) Anyways, so I threw out some egg shells that I had left out from last night and got to work on my room. I was just grabbing the broom to sweep up the floor and saw it – the note. “You left all the downstairs lights on last night and throw out your garbage.” I assumed that the garbage was referring to the eggshells – which I did before reading the note. I wrote back on it “You sure do know how to ruin a good mood.” I finished cleaning up my room and decided that my previous plan of a movie marathon was out the window, because I don’t even want to be in the same room as her. She apparently wrote something else on the note – but I’m not even going to read it. What’s the point? If she’s going to be so immature so as not to be able to communicate with me face to face, why should I even bother trying anymore? It seems like every time I try at all, I just get shot down. I was even thinking about doing the dishes before I saw the note.
Now I’m just thinking – how the heck am I going to get through the next 47 days. I pray I get more hours at work, otherwise I am just going to explode.