Monday, June 05, 2006
Stepdaddy was to bring me his daughter's bike for loan this morning before he goes to work. he was also meant to drop the keys in from the mailslot... Instead he rings the doorbell and asks for the numbers on my bike's tire... at six am when I've been unable to sleep for over a week. I guess it was a tad too early in the morning for him to T-H-I-N-K. I am still tired, still fucking angry and not the least bit interested to go see the fucking doctor. And I have to drive a bleeding women's bike. Those things are horrid for moving about. I guess I might as well not go.