Arg.

KIF strikes again. I haven't been in such a bad mood in a long time. I haven't mentioned it, but Mother is in town. Has been since the 22nd. She's unpacking all the crap from NY and Binghamton, so my house is a total cluttered wreck. I liked the empty spaces.

Anyway, mother is up much ealier than I am, so I usually end up getting woken up far earlier than I intend. Due to stress of my house being difficult to walk in, I've not been sleeping well, (staying up until 2, as opposed to my normal midnight,) so overall, my sleep level is at critical low.

Today, Mia and Trauma fought over my head, and I woke up several times in the morning before finally giving up and getting up, with a killer headache that I am sure is akin to a hangover, if only I'd ever gotten one to compare. I had intended to go to Karl's today, after I printed my coding assignment. Five minutes after I wake up, I go upstairs, and mother asks me to move stuff for her. Her reasoning: "Can you do this in trade for me carrying in the groceries this morning and putting them away?" Who's car did she borrow to buy food? Did I ask her to do it before I woke up? Well, at least she bought me food. So I decided to carry the stuff. But it was not boxes, which would have been easier, but stuff. Little tiny, akward, or really heavy things that needed about ten trips up the stairs. Oh, there was one box. A box very full of stuff that was too heavy and too akward for me to carry since the bottom was falling out. I let mother know, and she says, "Oh, just carry it up in peices, then." I do about four trips of that, then get frustrated and take the whole box upstairs. I tripped on the stairs, of course, but managed to keep the box upright and only damaged a leg.

Once that was done, I went to go print out the code I need to turn in tomorrow.

Well, turns out, my PC won't install the program I need to be able to open it and print it (I coded it on Karl's laptop,) and the only fix was to reinstall my OS. So I did. I decide to eat, thinking, "Well, mother went grocery shopping today..."

I've decided, this trip of hers, that mother isn't capable of being naturally considerate. She wants to be, but she just can't figure out how. So I wasn't surprised to find out that most of the food she bought wasn't something I'd eat, pretty knowingly so. I've never liked Spinach, and she knows milk makes me puke. At least there's one tortilla and a can of refries still from when I went shopping. So I have a burrito as I watch my OS install.

Three hours later, my new OS is in and installed. Except one of my harddrives is bad, since every time I try to move files off it, or move files around on it, my computer freezes and I have to reboot. By the way, my computer boots a lot slower now with the new OS, which is annoying in itself.

By that time, I'm in a pretty foul mood. Karl wants me to come over, but I don't like going when I'm feeling wretched because then I feel more wretched for making him worry and try to make me feel better. So I stay home. I get a message from Justin asking if I can make something for him in an online game, as I have that profession. So I log on, spend -two hours-, two gruelling boring stupid hours, grinding and buying materials to get enough skill level to make it for him, and spend 2 gold in the process. (Two gold is a lot at my level.) I finally get the skill level...and find out that I don't have the materials I need to make the damn thing. Frustrated, I just log off.

Now comes the most fun event of the day! I hadn't eaten for half a day, so I go up to get food. I open the fridge, nothing. I open my cupboard, thinking I had soup left- nothing. I look for tortillas in the fridge. None. I confirm with mother that neither items are here. I open the freezer to find tortillas...the ice tray slips out the door of the overly stuffed freezer and crashes to the floor with ice everywhere. I clean up the ice.

I open the door to the trashcan to throw out the paper towels I'd used- and find out that the trashcan is overfilled with stuff, like it always manages to be until I empty it. I start taking it out- and rip the handle. So I have to weasel it into -another- plastic bag so I can carry it out. I turn on the porch light to go out, open the door...and flick the porch light again a few times. The light burned out. (I had replaced it only a few months ago.) It's too dark to change it. I throw the trash out, my mood darkening even more. I come back in.


And as if I hadn't learned yet, I opened the fridge again, because I'm still hungry.

The other ice tray falls out and hits the floor, sending ice and some of the ice tray itself scattering.

I clean up the ice, again. And inform mother that her evil plot of putting full ice trays on the doors of the freezer where they slide off easily does not work. (I was -very- nice about it, too, see?)


I'm still hungry, I still have schoolwork to do (because no one else is going to do this part of the groupwork,), and I haven't even gone to my ridiculous Women Studies' class yet.


Dad comes tomorrow. I get to pick him up after class at 7:05.


This will be fun.