mynewplace

If it's not one thing it's ten. Doesn't this sound like a broken record?

Mom's been on antibiotics for three weeks. She went to the doctor a couple weeks ago, he said her lungs were fine, but gave her meds. I didn't understand. Now she's at the emergency room with shortness of breath and blood when she coughs. Somehow this seems to me like she's neglecting herself. Why does she have to wait until she's coughing blood before she realizes something's wrong?

She and Floyd bought Scarlett an atomic clock. It won't set to our local time. Mom says she gave Scarlett directions for it, I've not seen them. The clock is pissing me off.

The air is pissing me off, but we already know that.

My apartment's condition is pissing me off.

I get my breaks, yes I know that and I acknowledge it. But goddamn. Why can't I just deal with one or two things at a time? Why does it have to be bad grades, stupid clocks, boring jobs damned assholes, boyfriends, moms, dads, babydaddies and cockroaches? All at once?

Is Mercury in retrograde or something? The moon is waning, I know that much. I'm still more fortunate than some. I'll try to focus on that.

Or something.