Must... get out... rage... before... play practice... Must... control... Fist of Death...
Today I was woken up at 9 am - after staying awake until 4 - and told that I had to spend my day helping my grandmother - imagine all the annoying old kooks you know combined - and her good friend Bill move an old bed to my new house. This was bad enough, but when I got there, I realized I don't even like the bed and I still had to haul it practically single-handedly - as Bill had thrown out his shoulder - onto Bill's truck and then into my house. Plus a dresser, a bedside table, and an antique desk that apparently my mom decided she wanted to put in the hallway. It was a lot worse than it sounds. My grandmother kept trying to be helpful, and there's nothing worse than someone cheerful and incompetent who you can't simply tell to fuck off, because they're related to you, not to mention old and about to die.
Plus, my grandmother has still not left. She's in my basement, watching TV and making that really annoying sniffing noise that she makes just to annoy me. The kind of sniffing noise where you can actually hear the mucous being sucked into the nasal cavity... She's going to be here until about 1:30, when my mom is going to take her to the eye doctor. That wouldn't be so bad except the cast is going to be here soon for play practice, and she's sure to warp them, and I'll end up pushing her down the stairs.
I'm not really an evil person. You've just never met my grandmother.
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