Well, I met my new psychiatrist on Friday. She was nice. She kept trying to make me think about my future and kept talking about college, much to my demise. I never liked school and likely never will. I only managed to get out of high school due to obligation. I hate it, I am sorry. Like my brother who works instead of going to college, I found school abhorring.

Well, the week started out not in my favor due to Tom coming to my doorstep, but oh well. Along with that, my girls have been busy again due to B-days that run rapid all through summer it seems. The rest of the week is a bit of a blur like last time. Then again, it is mainly because I was in a bored mood and did those sorts of things that are pointless beyond end.

The things were editing pictures of cartoon characters that were done utterly unfavorably to the point I just had to make them more presentable. I like editing pictures I have found. I suppose I mainly work on those sorts now because my other editing project is put on hold since it goes hand in hand with a scanlator. If that person does not scanlate it, I cannot retranslate and edit the quality of the presentation.

The other segment to preoccupy was spent on adding to a profile, statistic page I started a while ago. Along with that, I also fooled a bit with that story that is finished and yet never will be. Other text concerned distractions dealt with a list of comparisons of characters from a show on whom is most like who. Fun times.

The last thing I did was writing an essay the other night due to racing thoughts in my head. They started when I was cleaning. It more or less was about judging. I had another odd occurrence when I was on Friday while vacuuming. I had a lullaby stuck in my head and I realized just how creepy it was. It was that Mocking bird song. Really, sing it softly while doing something normal… it starts to sound just wrong… like only a psycho would sing it for no reason.

Sigh.

Well, after meeting my new shrink, and I say shrink in a well-meaning way dammit, I returned home and my mom went back to work. By five, I fell asleep. My mother returned home around eight, which is undeniably late for her, but considering we spent some hours of her schedule elsewhere, it is understandable.

We talked a bit. It seems she had a good day despite tiring. She had woken up exhausted but with how her day went, she was energized. Why? Good comments via email from various people, even a board of director. She never received such praises at her old job and a woman noted she could become a counselor now that the job was opened, but my mom decided to stay as she has been doing. I am happy for her.

We left the house around eight thirty to go grocery shopping. Before that though, we stopped at Wendy’s to get a quick bite to eat. We had a fairly lighter basket this time around, which pleased us… However, we did not stay under or at one hundred dollars. We assumed the extra frozen dinners my mother bought to take in for her lunch was the culprit.

We came home tired only to find my mother’s ass of a dog had gone through the trash, made a mess of the kitchen floor and the carpet floor of my mom’s bedroom. I wanted to hurt him terribly, but I never would if I am not wrong. Well, my mom worked on re-trashing the trash while I hauled in the groceries and put them up. I then vacuumed the effected area as well as swept the floor. I then sprayed the stained areas with Clorox and wiped it up.

Sigh.

My poor brother has been working over time and is likely becoming worn to the bone. I cannot do much, but I made his bed today so he would not have to do it when he comes home tonight. He apparently slept on the couch and my mother’s bedroom either last night or just through the day. He had taken his beddings off and placed them in the laundry room to be washed, thus I made sure I had those finished by tonight.

I have rested a short moment, drank a can of root beer in gulps and have gained back my energy whilst typing this. I suppose I will dust now. I never am in the mood to dust during the daylight hours for some reason. After that, a nice cold shower will suffice for my tiresome afternoon.

My mom and brother are going for a one day stay at my “elder brother’s home”. My mom would have rather stayed here, but she went out of obligations to her cats. My brother just went to leave town I would assume. Either way, this will be my third time of keeping watch over the house alone. I’ll say this much, I’m better at my paranioa now.

I suppose that is all.

~ The Vampire Sheep Who is One with the Duck