Oh my god. Why do things have to be so difficult?
Why on earth can’t the child (as she is now being referred to because I can not see past my own annoyance to even think of her name let alone say it) just eat something? Do something? Use the bathroom? Inhale air without it being a huge production?
Also, as wonderful as they smelled those baked potatoes I made for dinner? Did nothing for me. They were not made of sugar. They certainly did not taste like cherry coke.
Every time I want a cherry coke I drink a glass of water, except the two times I had a glass of iced tea. Do you have any idea how much time I’ve spent in the bathroom today? I peed like 72 times.
Also, and this is very irritating, I think anytime I make up a number? It has a 7 in it. Now I know that 7 is my favorite number but really… do I have to put it in EVERYTHING?
When I had lunch with my best friend today I was so lethargic I couldn’t even fight with her. I didn’t even make fun of her.
I’m having serious withdrawal symptoms too. And I had a glass of orange juice today… and I didn’t put any booze in it. I did it just because it was the only sweet thing in the house I could think of that I could have. It’s a good thing I didn’t remember the jar of honey, I might have guzzled it like that fat little fucker, Pooh Bear.
I think I’m losing my mind. This is worse than when I quit smoking… hopefully, it will be just as beneficial. Excuse me now while I go hide in a hole, that will greatly decrease my chances of killing someone who smiles at me or happens to be drinking a soda in a 10 mile radius.