Thunder in the distance

T's car decided to shuffle off this mortal coil this week.

He is not happy.

My mother has decided to move here for the winter.

I am not happy.

(she's not planning on living with me, thank god)

I have returned to work.

I am so fucking over it.

My acrylic nails have a)chipped b)lifted and c)stained this week. Son of a whore. My thumb is now encased in a lovely mix of super glue and wood glue. Gives it a 'boogerish' sheen, actually. sexy.

I am really, really tired. If my sister wakes me up at the crack of stupid tomorrow, I am going to stab someone.

And.....thats about it.