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oh, i just don't know.
Apr. 14th, 2007 10:12 amOoof, sleepy. Was still an ickle bit tipsy when I got home, so I've got a little bit of a headache. Couple of Advil will straighten that right up.
Actually, it's probably all the nicotine. I'd gone about two weeks without a cigarette, so I sorta smoked too many in a row with no food in me. Whee.
I found out the other day that my mother has been telling Group Health that I steal her medications. That's why they let her put the note on her account about having no one but herself pick up her pills. That's probably also why they gave me such a hard time when I went to get her seizure medication last week.
She told my father that I'd gone and picked up her pills about a year ago and kept them. When he came to me, asking if she was telling the truth, I didn't even get an entire sentence out before he just turned around and said, "Okay, okay." Apparently, the outrage on my face said enough.
So. That's classy, huh? I've never taken anything stronger than a muscle relaxer in my life, but now random strangers think I steal narcotics. Kinda like how credit card companies think that I'm the one who took out and then maxed out all the cards on my credit reports. Man, I need to start actually doing these bad things so that I can at least enjoy them before the consequences come.
I can't find my hairbrush. God, that's annoying. My hair is far too scary to be using a comb.
Today, Ari and I are spending the afternoon together. I promised him that I would take him to Gamestop to trade in some crap if he tagged along while I go thrift shopping. I'm on a mission to find some old wool sweaters to take apart for yarn. I see so many people doing it, and I'm jealous. Jealous, in need of more yarn, and pitifully poor. Nothing new here.
Actually, it's probably all the nicotine. I'd gone about two weeks without a cigarette, so I sorta smoked too many in a row with no food in me. Whee.
I found out the other day that my mother has been telling Group Health that I steal her medications. That's why they let her put the note on her account about having no one but herself pick up her pills. That's probably also why they gave me such a hard time when I went to get her seizure medication last week.
She told my father that I'd gone and picked up her pills about a year ago and kept them. When he came to me, asking if she was telling the truth, I didn't even get an entire sentence out before he just turned around and said, "Okay, okay." Apparently, the outrage on my face said enough.
So. That's classy, huh? I've never taken anything stronger than a muscle relaxer in my life, but now random strangers think I steal narcotics. Kinda like how credit card companies think that I'm the one who took out and then maxed out all the cards on my credit reports. Man, I need to start actually doing these bad things so that I can at least enjoy them before the consequences come.
I can't find my hairbrush. God, that's annoying. My hair is far too scary to be using a comb.
Today, Ari and I are spending the afternoon together. I promised him that I would take him to Gamestop to trade in some crap if he tagged along while I go thrift shopping. I'm on a mission to find some old wool sweaters to take apart for yarn. I see so many people doing it, and I'm jealous. Jealous, in need of more yarn, and pitifully poor. Nothing new here.
