mental bullets up the ass I feel like a horrible person. I got a call from my aunt not too long ago. She, my grandma, and my uncle were driving over here for Day of Gluttony and Familial Torture, but my grandma suspected she had a blood clot in her leg and so she had to go to the doctor. I will give myself credit that my first thought was for my grandma's welfare, because a blood clot can be a very serious thing. But following immediately in the exhaust cloud of that thought was the horrible, selfish "Oh no, if they're not coming, I guaranteed Grandma's hotel room on my credit card and it's too late to cancel." Like $71 is a big fucking deal when compared to the health of my beloved Grandma. Who just loaned us $110,500 to buy a house. I'm such a fucking scumbag piece of shit. Don't you envy people who don't feel like they have to bathe every day? If I don't rinse off and wash my hair every single day I feel like I'm homeless and plagued with scabies. I mean, I really, really enjoy a good bath, but seriously, when you have a baby, bathing is a pain in the old brown eye. |