It's 11:30am and I need a drink. I am not an alcoholic, though I was dangerously close to becoming one my first year of law school. I also don't usually drink during the day or when I still have carpool to look forward to, but today - I need a drink. I need one because my mother is evil and I believe it is her fervent prayer that I never finish law school or, really, that I fail at everything I attempt.
I blogged about my crazy commute and I got love from my blogosphere peeps. I also complained to my mother, who is unemployed and in possession of a reliable automobile. I asked her for help in driving the children to and fro to eliminate my crazy commute. She declined. Then she hung up on me. To avoid dialing her phone number and yelling obscenities into the phone, I went to the gym to sweat out my anger but it hasn't worked.
An hour later, I'm teary, sweaty, and still angry. Maybe a hot shower will work miracles, though somehow I think, once the steam clears, I'll feel better but my mother will probably still be a bitch.