So in the beginning of November. I was right on schedule for Christmas. A bunch of crap going. Things planned. But right about on schedule.
Then I got in a car accident.
Not a bad one. Just a fender bender and three cars total and blahblahblah. Either way, now I have six hours of therapy a week which I make right back up by working six extra hours at work. My Christmas countdown got ruined and now I'm just happy to have gotten the chilren all of their gifts and hardly look at anything online because I'm busy keyboard smashing like a champ.
Oh, so my co-worker also dumped his cat on me because he's a giant dumbfucker penis and I'm wasting some free time also trying to find a home for him, as I've already utilized every corner I could smoosh a rescue animal into when it comes to my social pool.
NOW, I've been roped into driving six hours to go see my sister AGAIN and(barely a month later and not a problem because I LIKE my sister-BUT) I don't have any off time left with my job because I hurrhurred over to the parent company for more profit and apparently more rape because I count as a new hire despite having done this for six years.
But that's not it. Not the fact that I hate driving those lengths so close together in days or the fact that I didn't get Christmas cards out or my presents done or the fact that everyone I know is broke anyway. No. I've been roped into driving my mom up there.
So, if no one ever hears from konora
again ever, it's because she clawed out of my car windows and onto a freeway because MY MOM. I can't even explain why this is so horrifying with anything other than MY MOM. Everyone can just hurrhurr in that our online buddylists isn't the only group who thinks we're sexgay.
Back to my keyboard smashing and caffeine.