Its Almost Thanksgiving

Pardon me while I have a panic attack.

The house looks like hell.

I just can't get anything done.

Someone put a big garbage dumpster outside so I can just tilt the house over and let all the crap fall out!

Do you think that would work?

If not, can someone come with a few boxes of Glad trashbags?

Frustrations, I Has Em

I'm so sick of everything. I need to get away from everyone and everything. I'm sick of home. I'm sick of summer. I'm sick of the heat.

Everyone else gets to forget things for a time. I'm stuck with mine 24/7.

I have a million things started around the house and none are finished. It seems like the only thing I get done is the laundry. I need to get away. I need to forget how rotten my life is...and how I'm getting no help from anyone.

I'm not allowed to cry because that might upset people but I have such a backlog of tears that I just might explode.

And I'm still floored by a rather unusual person offering to be a designated driver so I can get good and toasted. The mind boggles at how I always manage to attract the most ....erm...inappropriate people to me at times like this.

ARGH!!!

Dad got out of the hospital only to spend 7 hours in the ER because of a stupid mistake made by his PCP.

Not happy.

He could have died because of someone's bad call regarding his heart meds.

Not happy at all.

Now I really need alcohol!