So, I got irrationally angry at my father tonight. He called me on my lunch break, but the reason he called is because he thought I didn't work Sundays anymore. No, Dad... I don't work Friday/Saturday. He called to see how things were coming with the house buy. I only have a 45 minute lunch, Dad and I'm 10 minutes in already. The whole house thing is stressing me out. Every time I turn around they want something else, and I missed my lock in window for the 4.5% interest. I'm pissed and stressed and having PMS and he picked just the wrong buttons to push. I'm going to have to requalify for the loan, and it's not going to be as good this time since CHASE BANK decided that the credit card that had a zero balance for emergency needed to be closed and my card that had a $3500 credit line only needed a $1900 credit line. My credit score dropped 40 points. When I said this in a very aggravated manner, my father asked, "When did that happen?" Are you fucking kidding me? We talked about this months ago. At length. I hung up on him. There is probably no one in this world I love as dearly as my father. Perhaps that's why he can be such a frustration.

Other than that, I actually left my house and wasn't a hermit last night. It was good, but I always end up third wheelesque, even in a group of 12. I was rocking some awesome headgear though. Lacy brought me a headband with bats suspended above my head. I love it and wore it all night long.

I worked my entire shift today. Doesn't sound like much, but it's on hell of an accomplishment. I am back working with Christy, perhaps on of my favorite people ever, and seeing how miserable she is working there too, I kind of make it my own personal mission to cheer her up. I'm not a happy person, but it's important to me that people I care about aren't totally miserable.