Day 2068

Do the math.

STILL recovering from the other day's insanity.

First thing in the am, loaner car totaled. Get into Toxichouse, Bitch RAGING that I had the gall to enter my own home. When I tell It about the car, It's response?: "good!" Wakes me up to scream some more, threatens both my life as well as my belongings.

Calls my brother, FREAKING that I won't print $$$ because Stoney needs books for college. It's version: I refuse to give It money.

This, after Stoney keeps me awake with his partying with his friends. I haven't had a good night's sleep for 2 weeks. It's response when I ask "his friends and his partying are more important than my sleeping???", "yes."

Bitch.

But I should print money.

After It tries to keep me out of my own home, my son hanging with his peeps-well after midnight/with no consideration or respect, I should print $$$$$. Remember, I'm not allowed to even sit in the living room, nor eat anything from the fridge.

...but I need counseling.......I'm the one who wakes up the other after midnight to scream. I'm the one who keeps the others  awake well into the night.

What WOULD JEEEEEEEEZUS smoke?