Tonight is starting out awful. Miserable, actually.
Apparently 9pm is when you climb on the roof to blow all the $hit off of it, and starting mopping the kitchen f-ing floor. They don't care. I am 100% convinced that they don't give two f-ing cents. I'm sure they'd like if the baby stayed asleep for us, but I really don't think they're about to help us out by being courteous and not doing chores at 9 at night.
I can't freaking wait to move out of this nightmare, and sadly I am the only one in it. Scott didn't do anything to help the matter this evening, and instead decided to be on some stupid, juvenile sports skype show for some kids to make himself feel important. I am so incredibly sick of all of this right now.
I want to go home.
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