I had a really shitty day today...........

Worked out some kinks until 4 am then tossed and turned in bed with barely a wink of sleep until 10:33 am in which I gave up and woke up, feeling like shit. No one was home figured my sister took my dad to a medical appointment. Get showered, dressed, eat a hearty lunch, watch Springer and I'm off to the nearest ATM so I can get my money and go to work.

On my way there I find my dad.

On this heat.

By his lonesome.

On his way home.

My dad is a pretty old geezer and knows better than going out on this heat anywhere. God knows what might happen to him one of these days.

Turns out he went out to buy the paper and some meds. I asked him why the hell didn't he ask me to do it, but he being the lovely stubborn man that he is had to do it himself.

My stress levels went to the roof.

So I walked him home, fixed him lunch, lost an hour doing a good deed, but remember I am on my way to my job and i don't want to give them an excuse to fire my ass. I called work. Originally I planned to skip work because the way my day was turning but I remembered that I needed to be there in order to get all the work done and avoid more crap the next day. So I lost an hour taking care of my dad. Call my editor, told her the situation and she was cool about it. Then got there. Lo and behold, no Internet. I need the net to do part of my job so I copied the texts and audios that I needed to edit and helped out with the afternoon news show picking up the Internationals from the wire.

Work keeps my brain busy, and I needed that. Nevermind that I'm getting a feel for the place and I feel that I'm not liked in some quarters, but I don't give a flying fuck, really. As long as I'm doing my job and getting paid for it, the rest is just a bonus. I really don't have the time nor the stomach for the little dramas and cliques there. Then again, I'm not much of a people person. I really like my job, and the people issue I can live with.

Anyway, Vero got me a ride home and I worked on the material and it's past 3 am now so I'd better get some shuteye.

I am so sick of my family. I better save some money so I can get the fuck out. I know I sound selfish and terrible and there are lots of things I'm grateful for, but I need to get out of that environment and that house fast. I'm grateful for all the things mom and dad did for me and I love my little bro to death but I need breathing room and my own space. Now!


Lest I Forget Better Late Than Never Dept:

PR 92 USA 73

Yes, we fucking beat the Dream Team at the Olympics. Is that a smackdown or what? DEFENSE! and TEAMWORK. Two concepts the US Olympic Basketball team still has to work out.

:p

Shuteye. Now.