"And Elaine Is In My Ears and In My Eyes..."

So, to-day was less than wonderful.

I woke up early, again, which annoys me, and was eating bleh diet Kashi cereal for breakfast, when da' walked in and said, "will you sweep the porch?" No warning whatsoever. "Oh, and you have a dermatologist's appointment at 1:45." Unfortunately, we were supposed to volunteer at the library from 1:00-3:00, and someone scheduled this over that. Sooo, acting on da's next suggestion, attempted to call the library and inform Mary-Jane that we couldn't come. But da' was online, and affected surprise and confusion when we couldn't get an effing dial tone. Then he said, innocently, that he thought the library didn't open to one, so why was I trying to call? And then there was headdesking, and I chased him out of the kitchen until I'd finished the paper and my cereal. (Incidentally, sparklychibi, your dad reformatted the newspaper! When did that happen? O_O)

Anyway, Waen didn't want to vacuum or clean the living room, so she agreed to sweep the porch because I hate sweeping in return for my taking over her duties, and, after sweeping part of the floor and sending all the debris onto the steps and leaving the newspapers in the living room and dumping the tablecloth in the yard, she successfully avoided doing anything else she was supposed to for the rest of the day. So I cleaned and vacuumed the den, and vacuumed her room, the guest room, Mum and da's room, and the hall, then made the bed in the guest room for Nat, because she just came up from Boston before moving to Texas. And I have never made a bed with sheets before. >_> I hope I did it right. Anyway, the result is that I've been wanting Waen's head on a platter all day. She just sat around eating her disgusting harfiskar, which smells.

Had unsalted peanuts and half of a small sandwich for lunch, which did not make me feel any happier. Called the library again, and Mary-Jane sounded very disappointed and displeased, for which I can hardly blame her, because I only called effing two minutes before I was supposed to show up.

Then went to the dermatologist's, and found out I have a suspect mole on my shoulder that they want to keep an eye on. I've already had a mole removed because it was cancerous, and so I happen to know that this process hurts a lot and is generally awful, so I'm hoping this won't develop. But it didn't help me view the world in a better light.

Am still stuck on my Passepartout/Fix, although freewriting with mhari has given me a bit of something to go on that I'm going to try and work out.

It's all hot still, too, which is making me sticky and irritable on top of already being irritable.

I'm feeling kind of miserable, too, because of all the people I miss and how I'm always so hot, subsequently angry, and being angry makes me feel icky, and Juniata camp is cancelled, and I have to go back to Stoneybridge in a week for more TB shots. Oh, and Waen roped me into a Scum Club summer party on Wednesday, which was supposed to be my first Weight Watchers meeting. And I don't even like Scum Club. I quit because I didn't like it, but Waen was wibbling and pleading and generally running me a guilt trip.

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

WAH. *cries*