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morning whining
Jun. 22nd, 2002 02:06 pm(well, its morning to me, damnit)
...didn't sleep too well overnight... partially because i had a really bad dream the night before last, and can't seem to shake the feeling of it whenever i'm in the basement (where i sleep). of course the fact that the phone started ringing at 8am didn't help a bit.
woke up to find out that my great-aunt is coming with us today. if the idea of going into brighton beach like 3 hours early before was slightly dreadful to me yesterday, its painful now. i feel bad about it, but i just can't stand my great-aunt.
and as usual, my family makes a huge deal out of everything. when i was first told of how early we'd be going, i thought it was only fair to warn them that i will need to eat between leaving here and 7pm, and that my dietary requirements aren't easy to meet there. so now my grandma seems to be mixed between trying to tell me eat before leaving (ie, two hours after breakfast - when i'm not hungry or flipping out over how we're going to get me food.
bleagh. i hate it when a big deal is made over me needing to eat... but if i get hungry and don't eat, i become an utter bitch from hell (like, much worse then usual) and thats far from good also.
oh. and she's told me to 'look pretty' over 10 times now. once over the phone this morning. Uigh*
...didn't sleep too well overnight... partially because i had a really bad dream the night before last, and can't seem to shake the feeling of it whenever i'm in the basement (where i sleep). of course the fact that the phone started ringing at 8am didn't help a bit.
woke up to find out that my great-aunt is coming with us today. if the idea of going into brighton beach like 3 hours early before was slightly dreadful to me yesterday, its painful now. i feel bad about it, but i just can't stand my great-aunt.
and as usual, my family makes a huge deal out of everything. when i was first told of how early we'd be going, i thought it was only fair to warn them that i will need to eat between leaving here and 7pm, and that my dietary requirements aren't easy to meet there. so now my grandma seems to be mixed between trying to tell me eat before leaving (ie, two hours after breakfast - when i'm not hungry or flipping out over how we're going to get me food.
bleagh. i hate it when a big deal is made over me needing to eat... but if i get hungry and don't eat, i become an utter bitch from hell (like, much worse then usual) and thats far from good also.
oh. and she's told me to 'look pretty' over 10 times now. once over the phone this morning. Uigh*
