Apparently I have some sort of hidden cue to everybody that says, "Hey! Dani's feeling like crap today! Go pick on her!" Every single time I'm down in the gutter, everybody else decides to go into the gutter, too, and lecture me about how "you're so moody all the time."
Grah!
I woke up today feeling like crap after having a peculiar dream. Not that it matters, but it was a dream about being trapped in a murder scene that turned out to be my own... so, in essence, I was a ghost. Waking up from that kinda dream is not fun... but I woke up with my whole body hurting and me feeling mildly sick.
I spent most of the day stumbling about with horrible stomach pains, a headache, and general feeling like crap. I went to try to talk to my sister when she finally came home, but she was busy talking online to a friend. I wasn't gonna blame her... she and this girl have been friends for over six years. So I went downstairs to eat dinner to find that my parents had eaten without me and left me the leftovers. Fortunately I wasn't that hungry anyway, so I had six bites of dinner and was done.
I wrote a little bit, then went downstairs to try for socializing and a snack, as I'd gotten hungry again. Instead my sister decides it's going to be piss off Dani day... she succeeded. I was about ready to throw something at her, and she found it amusing. My stepdad decided to let me and my sister also know how lazy and disgusting we are... Mom wanted us to clean our bathroom... Which I always have to do... my sister says she'll do it tomorrow, but I have a feeling I'll end up doing it... y'know, scrubbing, sweeping, and inhaling bleach into my lungs. Mmhmm, yeah. She laughed at me all the way to her room.
And because I decided to put up the freshly dried dishes from the dishwasher, I burned eight of my ten fingers because I was irritated.
Why can't you people pick on me when I'm not feeling like crawling under a rock? Curse you all... T.T
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