Fuck Bees

Ugh. Where do I start? Fuck bees. That's a good start. Yesterday, Sunday, I get home and fall asleep on the couch- I haven't been sleeping well -and Dad wakes me up saying if I just gonna "sit around doing nothing" I should go help Mom stain the deck. Well if I thwarted him at that point, he would yell at me, so I went outside and helped Mom. I wouldn't have minded, except he woke me up to go work. Obviously if I am tired enough to fall asleep on the couch, I shouldn't be working. I showed Mom how we waterproofed the ramps in MI and we got the top deck done pretty quickly. We started working on the lower deck and I noticed a bees' nest under the hot tub. Well, as long as I didn't bother them I would be okay. Yeah. Sure. I swept and, as I was telling Mom the Dane Cook joke about bees, one stung the under/side of my right foot. Fuck bees. So now it stings and itches.

I came close to breaking up with Mike today. He got me angry yesterday during the staining project and he asked me again if I still wanted to go out with him. You would think he would figure out that him asking that just makes me more angry. It's like he has no faith in me or the relationship. So I came close to doing it. I was just about prepared to do it at work, considering how much I think there. But no, we're still together. We'll see how long that lasts.

No school tomorrow! It's a "Professional Day." AKA an in-service day. w00t! I'm thinking about visiting everyone at the high school and seeing how they are doing. We'll see, depending on how long I sleep in... and whether that is good sleep or not. *shrug*