Not funny.

Posted by: buttahbean on: May 9, 2008

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The universe is seriously messing with me. I’ve been begging — pleading, even — with the gods for some down time. What do they oh-so-graciously bestow upon me? A CHALLENGE.

Yup, instead of a nice, quiet evening spent accomplishing things I need to get done before the weekend rolls around, I get to come home tomorrow evening to a house filled with boys. Loud boys. Grown up boys and little boys. A hyper dog. A final project that must be completed by 11:55 p.m. Saturday, with a conference call with my project teammates at 9 p.m. Friday night. A messy house (most assuredly). Chaos. Destruction. Doom. Oh – oh- and Sunday, I get to drive at least 2 hours to pick up my sister. I’ll probably have to do this by myself because, you know, my significant other will have important things he wants to do Sunday (like sleep, surf the Internet and watch television).

I’m so freaking frustrated and angry right now that I’m tempted to throw something — but I won’t because I know I’ll just have to clean it up myself. On top of all this, I’m missing Grey’s Anatomy because of my stupid homework and I’m seriously considering hiding out at work until at least 10 p.m. tomorrow just so I can have some freaking time to myself.

So all right, universe. I see how it is. I’m going to have to fight for it, eh? All I’ve gotta say is everyone better steer clear of me in the next 24 to 48 hours because I’m at the boiling point and I’m pretty sure there will be no survivors.

BLARGH!!