Sunday, June 13, 2004
I played the Playstation II all night until about one this morning. I woke up at five to urinate, felt fat, and went running around the construction in my neighborhood for about twenty minutes. Then I went to sleep again, without cooling down my legs [I do not remember how to stretch, exactly], for which I shall be much regretful tomorrow morning.
Living with The Father and The New Wife is a bit tense for me. The Father tried developing a new, more "sensitive" personality, but he fails to impress me much. I call it "too little, too late". My lack of appreciation for The New Father irritates him thoroughly, but frankly, my dears, I do not give a damn. He spent eighteen years making me feel that as soon as I graduated high school, he wanted me to get of the house and get on with my own life. Two months of living with his new, happy-joy family [where, by the way, I must walk around on tip-toe] will not change my socialization one iota.
All I ever wanted was love and affection. I'm not kidding- I used to write for it on my birthday lists. But I never did get that, oh, no... The Father viewed a Smashing Pumpkins CD or an American Girl doll as enough to make me a happy, devoted daughter.
I am cranky, and now I must go to work... to contend with people... ignorant, incompetent people (or, as Fuddruckers refers to them: "Our Guests, who we love and who are never wrong").
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:40 PM]