Summer, Sunday, and Screaming

Yeah! Another post from my perpetually twisted head. And right now incredibly frustrated, angry, sore throat from screaming head. I hate my job. I actually called someone at midnight tonight and begged him to help me out. Help me get out. I've found that when I starting screaming at work, that's usually the signal to get out of there as fast as possible.

Tomorrow is Father's Day. Am I a total loser/bad daughter because I didn't buy my dad a gift that he would never use as long as he lives? I sent him an e-card. I'm planning on calling him. But I feel bad because I forgot his birthday because I was having fun in France. So I feel like I need to pay pennance or something. Tomorrow is also my weirdo brother's birthday. I still can't believe weirdo brother has a girlfriend, but that's another story. I didn't buy him anything either. I didn't even send him an e-card. And I can't call him because he doesn't have a phone(doesn't want to "waste" the money on one). I don't feel as bad about that since he never sends me anything on my birthday. I don't think he even knows when it is. My family is so close. But whatever.

I have to work again tomorrow, but I begged my boss to let me stay home if he doesn't need me. I don't want to be screaming two nights in a row. My vocal cords can't take it. Neither can my nerves. And all the other people's ears that I chew on about the whole thing.

Another week of summer is gone. It makes me sad. Another holiday is right around the corner, signaling half of the summer gone. And signalling nothing accomplished.

I do have a nice tan, though.