I'm heading home Sunday morning for a ful-filled vacation with my insane family. Wow. I don't know if I'm excited or not. Don't get me wrong, I want to see my family, but I'm not sure if I can deal with their angst and issues. I just don't have time for that crap. It's pointless and inane and just aggravates me.

Still, I know they have to work through their own problems and there's nothing I can do to make it better except just be there and listen, I suppose. But when folks start chanting the same thing over and over, it just makes me tired. Wow, how karma comes back to haunt me on that one, God.

My mother still hasn't been home and she's been back from California since the beginning of the month. My brother's pissed off because Mother doesn't seem to want to come home, and mother's pissed off because he didn't give her his new cell number zomg!immediately.

...........................WOULD YOU BOTH GROW THE HELL UP, PLEASE!!!!

Mother of CHRIST, they act like freaking two year olds sometimes! If Mother wanted to go home, she would. She doesn't, because it's easier to just sleep on Beverly's couch and "help out" there; she doesn't have to be responsible for anyone else or face the fact that my father died in the living room. She doesn't have to be alone when my brother goes to work. She can be just as trashy and filthy as she likes and they don't give a shit because they're just the same.

Well, know what? That's her choice. She can do as she damned well pleases because she's going to have to deal with it when she finally splooshes into the hard unforgiving cement of ROCK BOTTOM, baby. I finally realized that no amount of me crying, stomping, screaming or yelling at her about it was going to change a single damned thing. So...so be it. I can't do it for her, damnit and I'm not about to slaughter my blood pressure trying. She wants everyone to "back off"; good, here's her wish.

And if Nathan wanted Mother to have his damned number, he would have given it to her. But it's kind of hard when he hasn't seen her for two months or so. He thinks she doesn't want to see him, which is just fine; he can believe what he likes. Or he can get his head out of his ass and grow some balls; whatever works. Bottom line is that he has to realize what I just bitched about in the former paragraph. The sooner he does that, the better life'll be.

Okay, enough about that garbage. Just...pray for me next week. I'm sure it'll be...interesting, to put it very mildly.

A good note: animenadie's coming back with me next Friday for her vacation! I'm so excited! -squee- We get to play Assassin's Creed and Rock Band all night long and go do stuff during the day. She's looking forward to meeting Emma and going to visit Michele for her birthday - which reminds me I have to get her present ready at some point, sheeze- and go to Sarasota Jungle Gardens and to the beach and to see the manatees at the power plant. Okay, end sentence.

But it'll be nice to have her all to myself for a while. And I know she needs the time away from family, good God. So yeah, I'm looking forward to that. Hopefully we'll have some stereotypical Floridian weather back by then.

All right, I've bitched enough. Have to go back to work now. Yays for paycheck.