I'm Sad, and Tired

I think they kinda go together. The tired probably brought on the sad. I did go help Annie with the yard that weekend. This weekend,  I didn't leave the house unless I had to, so my Mom isn't happy. I just needed some down time. I sleep for shit, drink too much and still manage to work, and work my ass off while I'm there, so I dunno.
I need to change something because there's no joy in my life right now. I had it for a minute or 2 when I got the car, and now poof. I'm making an appointment with the Dr. just because I haven't visited one in quite awhile so maybe a blood test can tell me if there's something going on besides just me being crazy.
I'm really tired of this shit. So, now that we're all caught up, I'll go play games or something and go to bed. YAY!

So Here I Am

I've been away too long. I've missed this place. I can say whatever I want here, I can't really do that anywhere else these days because someone is sure to get their panties in a wad.
Annie is having a hard time with her Dad's death. Hell, I'm having a hard time with it, but our "friends" are all, "it's your birthday, come party and leave that all behind." They seem to forget her mom is home alone, and there's stuff to be done, and yes, I realize we are both probably a little too focused  on that right now, but it is what it is.
I also know I may call Annie in the morning and tell her I'm too tired to come help do stuff, but right now my plan is to get up and go help out so she can take her mom to something she enjoys.

So this day is ending for me because I am beat to hell. I've got to get some sleep. Our friends can fend for themselves. Lately I'm not liking them much anyway. Maybe it's just the situation, we've all been moody for one reason or another, but I'm tired of the bullshit.

Night kids.