Ugh. This week has sucked big time. I had a huge thing with my roommate again which was incredibly ridiculous and stressful. There were things that were my fault, but mostly it was just hugely overblown and ridiculous. My dad had to intervene. That whole thing was really surprising. My dad was actually fabulous and really helpful and reassuring. He wasn’t put out like I thought he was. Most of that was probably my imagination, because I have become accustomed to getting yelled at every time I ask for money. Plus, it just makes me feel like a kid again (and this is something I really don’t need help with). Anyway, I was really pissed about the whole thing, but Roommate did something surprising and made me not want to hate her for a while. I just can’t figure the girl out. At least I can stop trying after May is over.
Anyway, I topped off the week with getting smashed and then mildly hungover the next day. It would have been better if there had been people there, and not the dog I was dogsitting, who made feel guilty with his sad puppy eyes.
