Well - what a shitty day...
First: I was barely asleep as my mother called at eight in the morning (yes i do sleep during the day) ... she was crying! I hate it when that happens! I get this terrible urge to severely hurt whomever is responsible for making her cry. It turned out that her significant other was the source of her misery! Over the last months he really made it hard not to hate and/or multilate him!
Well, i couldn´t really do anything about that because basically my brain was still asleep, so i made a note to remember to solve it later...
Second: Four and a half hour later (not nearly enough time and much much too soon) I woke up with an inexplainable craving for pizza and chocolate cookies!!! I don´t know where it came from - but it was there and immensely insistent. So i got up to raid the fridge - which was empty... as empty as the freezer! I had my very own misery to face with no chance to solve it!
Third: Mom called. Again. Asked me if I had something important to do. If not would i be ready to go in half an hour - She needs somebody to talk... So i sprinted for the shower - dubbed my toe on the way - and was ready twenty nine minutes later. Seriously sleep deprieved...
We talked for nearly five hours with the same result as the last times. "He´s an ass - she deserves someone better - and the world in generell sucks big time"
Only positive event of the day:
I had a nice talk with him, too. Hee hee hee.. He does understand perfectly clear exactly what will happen if he does cheat on her (that would be the reason behind mom´s misery - fear of him cheating on her, that is). Considering he has a budding relationship with his ex - whom he cheated on with my mother (it´s really complicated) so her fears are not unfounded.
By the time we had come to an understanding i was ready for another round of sleep... that was when mom asked me if I want to go with them to the Flowerfeast. I don´t know if it was the lack of sleep but i agreed. Little did i know that the day could very well go worse...
So there we were - me and my mom and a whole bunch of friends and acquaintances... and it´s gone down hill from there. You have to know i don´t do alcohol - never! I hate drunk people! Considering it was a big party in a nearby park with lots of people and even more alcohol you can think what my problem was. I endured it a little more than an hour... after the thirteenth drunk got in my face i seriously considered starting killing people! I was PISSED and sleep deprieved!! Not a good combination. At some point people began to flee in every direction the moment they saw me... The last act of kindness was to use one of my better death glares to make room at the tables for my happy bunch of merry drunk friends and acquaintances...
I excused myself and headed home (didn´t even wait for the fireworks to start - i really really wanted to see that... it was actually THE reason i had agreed to go there).
At home i found my beloved cat wrecking havoc...
I needed hours to clean the chaos and destruction that was once my apartment... The devel himself, manifested in my red furred mini-tiger, sat all the while happily munching something that looked remotely like one of my better shoes...
Now - 38 hours after the first phone call i´m on my way to oblivion.
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