Day off from work... did I get anything done?
Not really. Cleaned my room some. That's good. Went shopping with Crazy for a little while... not so good. I don't know what it is.
But when we're together for more than twenty minutes... she's gotta snark about something. And even though I know it's going to get me yelled at, I go with my natural instinct... To come out swinging, claws out.
Wasn't a full scale fight today... we just got unreasonable bitchy over nothing... a couple of nothings actually. Like the fact that I had cleaned my room till about one am, woke up at 10:30am, got all the bags of junk out of the room but had yet to change the litter boxes before she came home at 11am. I'd also gotten half way through getting the pop cans and such off of my desk.
I can't take 10 minutes to sigh and stay warm under the covers for just a little longer? Can't wake up a little more before trying to function?
No, apparently I'm supposed to change my biological clock so that I can spring out of bed and be so perky rainbow shoot out my ass.
And yes, I did tell my mother that when I wake up I need a few minutes to get un-sleepy. Sarcastic bit about the ass rainbows included.
I'm lucky I can make her laugh, Yo.
Otherwise she'd have killed me by now. 
     
 
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"Sarcastic bit about the ass rainbows included."