bitterdiva

Psychosomatic, bitch, insane

Today is day three of my four day holiday. I woke up around 8:30, shortly after I heard p-diddy leave for work. I made myself a peanut butter sammich, watched some Buffy, and moved all plants from the back porch to the front porch due to the fact that a wasp is making a nest back there. Fucker. We get the porch all nice and clean and now some stinging piece of shit insect needs to invade and make itself and god knows how many others at home.

After watering my beautiful plants telling them how much I love them, I start to clean the dining room. I start to mop the dining room. I start to smell from the sweat dripping off me in the dining room. I check the weather and it's already 80-something degrees at 10 in the fucking morning. People said, "you're going to have fabulous weather on your days off," I then replied, "it's going to be 80-something fucking degress shut the fuck up." There are some sympathizers to my hatred of the heat, there are some that love it. I don't mind the heat when I can sit in my comfortably air conditioned office as opposed to the cluttered and nasty non air conditioned apartment. The cats play dead very well in this weather.

Back to stage 6 or 7 of the mopping extravaganza. I must remember not to dehydrate.

11:05 AM

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