Sick, sick, sick
Its raining and snowing now. The ratio of rain to snow changes every couple of hours but no matter what is falling from the sky it is serving to make the day more and more miserable.
The adverse weather made Hunter call off her visit, but that is for the best. I do not want her to risk her safety. That is the most important.
I had to venture out into the mess because one of my tires has a slow leak. It cost me $15 to get it patched. At least I did not spend 80 on a new tire.
To compound my problems I am sick. I am not sure if it is flu or not, but I have already started to medicate myself. My asshole roommate found my Jager and drank most of it. He offered to let me have some of his shitty beers as compensation, but there is a reason I never stole any of his. I grabbed some cough syrup from the dollar store and mixed it with my Dr. Pepper. It is starting to work.
One of his loser friends spent the night last night and he is hanging around again today. If he wants to stay again I am putting my foot down and making him leave. I already have one degenerate hippie living here with no signature on the lease I will be damned if I am going to put up with another, short term or long. They have been blasting music all afternoon. Some awful crap that they try to defend by saying “it’s not dub step!” as if I cared. Its that talentless shit that is made with mixing boards and drum machines, no actual instruments played or notes written. What ever it is, dub step, glitch, house, whatever. The only thing that changes about it is what kind of club its played in and what mind-numbing drugs people take to dance to it mindlessly for hours on end.
Snow
Well, the apocalypse didn’t come. Like I always said, if the Mayans could predict relentless civilization annihilating disasters, then how come they didn’t see the white people coming?
But a natural occurrence or a more annoying kind than the apocalypse has descended upon me: Snow. The wind is about howling and is blowing about 42 km/26 mph and its about 24F/-4C on top of that. I like gentle snows that just fall, not ones that come blasting into your face horizontally.
My mom just called and said that she and my stepfather are in West Virginia on a trip. She never told me she was going, just hit me with the fact that she is in another state, still in the Appalachians though, but under worse conditions. I am worried for her safety, but I am worried that that is how she is going to spend Christmas. She has taken off on holidays before. By no means do I think that she is obligated to take me with her, but when my holiday plans are built around coming home, it kind of derails things to show up and only to find that she has already left without telling me.
I have come to a conclusion. People don’t hate Christmas, or any other Holiday for that matter, they hate their family. The holidays are the times when you are forced to be around them and that is the cause of the stress. Or, if your family shuns you or you isolate themselves from them, it causes depression.
