something brought back something, a something i wanted nothing more to do with, but it came, bit me on the ankle, i have nothing i can say that can explain it, i have nothing i can do to make it go away.
and i nearly had time to write an entry, but it seems i don’t. parents are around, lurking, ‘what-are-you-doing?’ with the ‘we-can’t-leave-you-alone-for-ten-minutes’ feeling.
sorry kids, i’d love to explain that first paragraph…. even if only to myself.
fuck it, i need to do that.
there’s not much i can do.. i’m expected to be the ‘good daughter’ and entertain, answer all questions, pay attention to every minor detail, be a travel guide, products advisor, and ultimate decision maker.
that, and i’ve had Clayton here with them, i’m worried about whether they’re all getting along alright together, paranoia based on my mother’s reactions/arguing history with my sister’s husband; i’m currently expecting one of my parents to tell me that there’s something they don’t like about him; i know that as soon as my parents arrive at my sister’s place, she’ll be asking them all about him, and i also know that my sister and her husband are probably not going to like him, ’cause they’re conservative, and he’s not.
just to add to things, my mutinous uterus is still trying to take over the world, and cramping like hell, mood swings, balance problems, and i’m just generally fucking exhausted.
excuse me, i need to start taking vodka shots at 9am..