aRRGH

• Today's one of those days when I'm like ARRRGH. Well kind of. I guess it's because I'm working both jobs, and in between I ate dinner and cleaned my bedroom/bathroom instead of relaxing in front of the TV. I didn't feel like watching Big Brother with my roommate and her bratty kids. It seems like whenever I'm home they're watching TV. Since I'll be home this weekend, maybe I can actually get my spot back on the couch and *gasp* watch what I want on the cable that I pay for. That and not have an annoying six year old asking questions every 30 seconds because she apparently has no comprehension and doesn't grasp the plotline of any TV show/movie known to man. When I was a kid I never did that, of course I had a junior high reading comprehension level in 1st grade, so that explains things. So I spent the free hour of my evening in my room changing sheets on my bed, vaccuuming, cleaning my bathroom, and watching Scrubs on DVD with Spencer. Least he doesn't interject every other minute with a pointless question.
  
• Other source of stress, minor actually. There was a double homicide at the Richmond Bridge toll plaza while I was on duty earlier. Sucks hard, especially for the families of the two victims. I think my blood pressure was up due to adrenaline pumping, and the person I was working with is generally confused most of the time so my job wasn't easy. Had to take care of my business, and make sure his work was done correctly as well. Oy vey. On a good note I got my review from my boss there and I'm doing awesome. No shocker there. :-)
• Last major source of stress is the 15,000 phone calls a day I get from my sister. No matter how many thousand times a week I tell her to stop calling, she keeps persisting. It's like, unless it is an emergency, do not freakin call. I called her once myself, but that was to yell at her for something. If I don't speak firmly, then she just doesn't comprehend and keeps on bothering me. I understand that she's bored and my dad the nice man that he is, is about as fun to talk to as a drugged up 4 year old. He's responsive most of the time, but often it's like talking to a wall or something. So I can understand her lack of enthusiam with his company after a while. But still, gimme a break. I work 50 hrs a week and have to know every detail of her/my dad's existance. I'm way too exhausted to even fathom marrying a guy and having kids at this point. Anyway, that's my midweek rant. I think I need an ibuprofin or something. Fun headache.