So I’m finally getting some clothes washed, but it’s been so humid, most of them molded. Fun, right? I’m so 
off right now. My day began with an unexpected intrusion from my mother, and whenever she’s around we have to hear her complain about her life in the most depressing and hostile way (despite it being better than everyone else’s), squawk loudly on her phone to no one in particular, and hear her complain about the state of the property, oblivious to the fact that’s it’s been through floods, freezes, godly wind storms and whatnot.
She also seems to think that everyone’s (even her boss’ and her friends’) time is her time, on account of how everyone besides herself has this hammer-space bedroom to sleep in where it doesn’t matter if they hardly have enough time during the day to eat, bath, clean, work on their house, hold down a job, and sleep, they still have to devote eight hours of their day to her BS errands, favors, and projects. She, on the other hand, never admits to sleeping, despite her sounding (and mumbling) exactly like someone who just woke up every time anyone calls her at home.
She also sees money the same way. She thinks she can pay someone once for their work and refer to that same payment for anything she might owe a person, anything they might need payment for in the future, all expenses, and still calls it a person gift. (”I gave her twenty dollars!” “I give him money all the time!”) Why are some people like that? Sheesh.
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