Explosion

Bi-polar day.
Started out bad.
I didn't want to wake up. I didn't get any sleep.
Cody kept waking me up in the middle of the night just to say he missed me.
Seriously? Breathe, honey, I know you miss me.
Don't wake me up anymore.
Then it turned good.
I had a pack and a half of cigarrettes.
Most are gone now.
Got bad.
Everyone at work was upsetting me.
Got even worse.
C-A came into work extremely intoxicated/hungover/both.
She couldn't even function.
I had to do all the work by myself.
Got worse yet.
I almost kicked C-A's ass because of her inability to get over herself.
I had to go out back and smoke a few.
I had to meditate and clear my mind.
GOT WORSE.
We ran out of everything.
I work at an ICE CREAM shop.
And we ran out of SPOONS.
And MILK.
Fucking unprofessional.
I wrote my boss a two page letter because this is simply unacceptable.

Got good.
Robin picked me up.
Got better.
I love the house she's living in.
I love her "family".
Got sort of bad.
I hate the fact that I can't have a family like that.
Got better.
I actually got to get out of the house for once.




I need to take a breather.