rant

I don't want to do my work. I thought I had it under control, and just when I thought it was managable, remembered 3 more things that were due . . . yesterday.

Everyone around me is stressing over their own stuff, which doesn't help. Had a friend get totally pissy with me today about something that I had gone out of my way to communicate about and avoid. (She said I took her topic. Which was actually what I'd been talking about for my topic, but couldn't use 'cause I was sick when they doled out roles last week. So I went out of my way to find out what she was doing and avoid duplicating. But she was closed-mouthed and only told me half of of it. And then was pissed off that I tried to create a different but complimentary portion that apparently had been her plan but which she refused to actually tell me the 3-4 times I asked. I'd even suggested working together on it and making it better. So screw stepping on people's toes, I'm doing what I want and making it f&$king brilliant).

My roommate conspicuously left out the cleaner in the bathroom for me this afternoon, because it is my week and she had relatives arriving this afternoon. If she ever wiped down the counters, if 30 minutes after I cleaned the bathroom last week she hadn't leave the mirror looking like a tsunami'd washed up against it, if she'd actually done her week's kitchen cleaning before I had my major autumn dinner party, if she took note of the aisle I leave in front of my stuff in storage so I can get to it without 10 minutes of digging (no it's not just extra room for your sh#%), if I hadn't come home at Christmas to 10 days worth of nasty stuck to the stovetop. . . I might see her point. As it was, I walked through the door planning to clean the bathroom first thing, then was pissy about actually doing it.

Okay, the relatives have left for dinner. Guess this'll be my only time to really get to the kitchen.

Y'know, I feel a little better. . .