I've been in an emo and slightly pissy funk for the past few days. I blame it on stress,
my parents' douchebaggery, and having not seen Justin since last Saturday...and having him BLOW ME OFF FOR ANDREW ON THURSDAY. [More about that in a few.]
The thing that sucks a lot about this "lovely" little funk I'm in, is that I'm an emotional eater...and I've gained back most of the weight I managed to ditch after hanging around Justin's for a week. I know potato chips [my weakness] don't solve anything, but it still doesn't keep me from eating them in obscene amounts when I'm upset and/or stressed. Looking at the scale does not help my mood any, that's for damn sure.
Work has gone from a comatose 13 patient cakewalk to a stressful 19 patient hellhole in less than a week. Friday night was absolutely murder. Of course I was stuck staying until 3am, just my luck. I slept until 12:30 this afternoon, that's how draining it was. It was just one of those days that is DOA the second you walk in the door. The bitchy administrator is leaving for New Hampshire or something, so I think this is her parting present...making our lives a living hell one more time. It's not even the group of patients that are particularly demanding [at least not in an annoying way] but it was one of the worst nights in a long time, if not ever. Mercifully, tonight was much better...but I swear my feet still hurt from Friday night.
I've been dwelling on my parents and their douchebaggery moreso than usual as of late. I have e-mailed them on several occasions, tried calling my father on Father's day, and tried calling in general on several occasions with them not even bothering to answer my e-mails or phone calls. At this point, it's not even not talking to them that's annoying me, it's that they're pushing their bullshit "we've disowned Heather" crap on my little sister who's not even 10 yet. I haven't talked to her in quite a few months. It's absolutely twisted that they're denying her the chance to know her only sibling. Justin is convinced they'll come around. I'm not so sure.
And yeah, my rock in all this has been practically
living at Andrew's house since I left HIS house last week. Then to top it off, I ask him to come over Thursday. He says he's gotten shit for sleep and he's going home right after work and passing the fuck out. Then a half an hour later he calls and says "Oh yeah I'm gonna go to Andrew's tonight to play that PSP game with him." Me being half-paying attention says "Oh okay"...then it dawns on me: "What the fuckkkkkkkkk?" So I send him a text..."And exactly how do you plan on catching up on sleep at Andrew's?" Knowing full well I got him, he texts me back "Dunno, but I'll make it up to you"...which I'm still waiting for. Serves him right, I called him at 11am Friday and he was asleep and I woke him up. Of course I know him well enough that he doesn't start making sense as soon as he wakes up, so I was like "Forget it, go back to sleep." He is, however, coming over tomorrow--er--tonight, since it's 2:22am, after I get out of work, and we need to have a little chat about that. I love him, but he does NOT think sometimes.
Time for bed, I can hardly keep my eyes open. But before I go: Despite the fact that the lyrical content of the song does not apply to me whatsoever, "Goodbye" by Kristinia DeBarge is pretty much impossible for me to listen to and stay in a bad mood :)
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Yeah, me too. Hope you feel better soon. Remember, if you don't buy it you can't eat it! That helps me. Also drinking water whenever I'm hungry helps, and trying to ask myself, "Are you actually hungry? Have you eaten?" Usually the answers are No and Yes. Is there any exercise you could do instead of eating? ie. if it's daytime, take a walk, and if it's night, uh, crunches? If you aren't bothering anyone, jumping jacks?