Zzzzzzz....

My mother kills me. I was pretty much falling asleep on the couch when she was leaving for work, and she's telling me that she wants me to call her at 3 a.m. to pretty much give her an excuse to leave work four hours early. Fucking A. Keep in mind that this was at 11 p.m., and I'm apparently supposed to stay up for another four hours just because god forbid she actually WORK. Son of a bitch. I should just go to bed, it would serve her right. The only reason why I'm not even really considering that a possibility is because Kelly fell down the stairs the other day at school and it fucked up her back... so she needs to go see the doctor about that. And I know that if I don't call mom, she'll be "too tired" to take Kelly tomorrow, so Kelly would be the one to suffer for it, not mom. The thing that really kills me about that is that her excuse for wanting to leave at three is that she wants to get some sleep before taking Kelly. We both know... she won't sleep, she'll just sit on the fucking computer for three or four hours. Because, you know, staring at a computer screen is the best thing for you when you need to go to bed. *Sigh* Which of course is one reason I'm here, even though I desperately want to be in bed. (I'm also addicted to my updates, what can I say).

I started trying to organize my computer a little bit so that stuff is where it belongs: you know, having ONE folder for pictures instead of four, that kind of thing. And... WOW. My desktop looks loads better, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. I didn't realize how big of a project that was going to be...

This will probably make absolutely no sense tomorrow because I'm just THAT tired. My brain's just like "duh". Okay, now off to do something to keep me entertained for the next hour and fifteen minutes.