1:47 PM

Another quiet weekend. I went shopping with Chris on Saturday to help him pick out some new glasses-Lenscrafters was absurdly overpriced so we ended up shopping at Hakim. Yesterday sucked-I felt depressed and bleh all day and really just wanted to spend the day in bed. Mom's in Brantford for a therapist's appointment so Chris and I will get a little time alone tonight. We have our appointments at the spa this weekend, so I'm psyched for that. I purchased a shit load of TPB's off Ebay this weekend-Y:The Last Man volumes 1-6, Ex Machina 1 & 2 and The Hood, all by BKV. I am very much looking forward to devouring them-the comics lately haven't been really great, so something new will be welcome.

3:52 PM

Hmph. Not much going on. I am very disappointed with the election results, but there ain't a hell of a lot I can do about it. Chris keeps trying to convince me that Stephen Harper is not the devil, but I'm sure the bastard has a pointy tail. Work has been strange, busy one minute, dead the next. No progress on finding Mom somewhere else to live, so that situation still sucks ass. On a positive note, I found a new comic book to read. Runaways by BKV...I just finished the first volume of 18 issues and really, really enjoyed it.

12:47 PM

Bloody boring-ass weekend. Today has been ridiculously quiet for a Monday... I keep waiting for something freaky to suddenly happen, becasue it is never this calm. I feel like I'm going to yak as this liquid diet is not making me feel very well, but I've got to lose weight somehow. We finished watching Firefly on the weekend, so we're set to watch Serenity again. I must say, I absolutely loved Firefly...amazing TV series. If there is anything Joss Whedon does well, it's create and write interesting characters. Now I'm set to start watching my Roswell DVD's for seasons 2 & 3. I printed off one of those do-it-yourself will kits, so I can decide how to split up all the nothingness I own. Gee, who will I leave my Eeyore collection to?

2:08 PM

Another bloody customer clinic. Ugh. The customers are great and so is the presenter who comes in, but getting zero acknowledgment for the work I do blows bigtime. For some reason the higher-ups seem to think I enjoy having a thirteen hour work day, hauling heavy tables and chairs, carrying bags of food and preparing platters, and getting nothing for it. They are deluded, apparently. Mom comes back from Brantford today after a two-day trip. It was blissful having the house to myself last night, although I wish I would have known she wasn't coming home yesterday so I could have had Chris over. We only have 5 more episodes to go until we are finished Firefly, which has been absolutely awesome to this point. It's a shame the network hadn't appreciated what a great show it was. I ordered season3 of Roswell on DVD, now I just need to find season 2 at a decent price. The diet is going well, so far, but I'm sure I'll slip up today with all the goodies at the clinic...ah, well. I'll make sure I go right back to it tomorrow.

10:20 AM

Okay, feeling reaaaly terrible right now. I should have called in sick, but my boss has been through enough lately without me flaking out on him. I finally got some sleep last night after taking 3 clonazepam. I am not surprised by Chris telling me that the situation with my mother has him unwilling to commit to me. Not being surprised by it does not make it any easier, however. How do I deal with this? "Gee, Mom, you better straighten out or I'm going to be a bloody spinster"? Telling her any part of this will not help the situation, as I'm sure it will make her feel angry and guilty and say something stupid, as she rarely thinks before she speaks. Chris is harbouring a lot of animousity towards my mom since the blowup before Christmas, and I really can't blame him. Her behaviour that night was immature and disrespectful, to say the least. Unfortunately with Mom, once things are done with, she sweeps them away and forgets they happened. Chris, on the other hand, does not let go easily, especially when he has been on the receiving end of that type of treatment. I feel so sick from being pulled in all these directions, plus the stress of having her living with me, plus wondering whether Chris is going away to school, plus my job sucking huge...I need a vacation from my bloody life.

11:16 AM

A New Year. Yee haw. So far, it sucks. Today has been the most insane bloody day at work, ever. I've had over 40 messages and it's only 11:15. New year's Eve was very quiet...Chris and I went out to dinner and then came back home to spend the evening with Mom. I'm back on my diet today, although I have none of the damn stuff I need to eat, so I'm bloody starving. Ugh, next person to wish me a happy new year is getting smacked.