SO. Just when one thinks everything is finally going to settle down...shit somehow hits the fan.
I am having a rough time. My glasses broke, and I no longer have vision insurance (dr.ranjan who I work for now only offers basic medical...which is what I have with Kaiser..who does not have optical).....so I have black duct tape on them which...meh...whatever. I'm punk rawk! Anyways, I have been taking several extra shifts at my 2nd job to get the extra dough to pay full price for an eye exam (which is NOT cheap)...and as far as frames, I can get 2 pairs for $99.99 @ Vision World. So this week I have already put in 64 hours between both jobs...and it will be 72 by Tuesday. I am beat to shit.
On top of that...my dad is in the hospital. That stupid lil bitch (I swear to God she has it coming!!!!) he has been dating has been playing major games with him..what does he expect being 47 years old and dating a 23 year old party hound who obviously has no idea about mental illness or schizophrenia for that matter???.... and he hasnt been receiving adequate psych care with his shrink at metrohealth.........he posts a picture on MySpace of a noose he made in the garage with the caption "My Resting Place...". Upon seeing this, I rush over there to find him sitting in the garage preparing to do this for real. He had been planning it for awhile, and my sister (who lives with him) being the idiot that she is was unaware of any warning signs.....which my dad usually is very obvious about. So, he agreed to admit himself.
I am feeling very stressed and overwhelmed. Thank god for my darling Charles though. He has been very supportive through this depression hump I am back in. It's crippling for me sometimes and I absolutely hate it.
On a lighter note, I am planning to go see KMFDM later this month at the House of Blues. Should be fun and interesting. A break from the monotony.