Preserving My Sanity

Now don’t get me wrong, I love love LOVE my baby sisters. But I have to live with them 24/7 and you can’t live in their fantasy world forever without going insane.

For that very reason, I try to politely and discreetly avoid them as much as I possibly can. Unfortunately, this leads to some very uncomfortable situations and sometimes hurts my sanity more than actually playing with my sisters.

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Blackouts

This morning I woke up on the ground with a puddle of drool by my face. Only half awake, I looked around at my surroundings in utter confusion. I had no idea where I was. Then I realized that I had fallen asleep in the entryway of my apartment with my iPod blaring in my ears. I didn’t remember anything from last night at all… The whole experience reminded of the plot of The Hangover.

Wow, I’m sounding like such a drug addict! I swear to god I’m not addicted to any illegal drugs. I’m probably addicted to caffeine, but other than that I don’t take any other drugs on a regular basis. I promise!

Anyway, so I wake up in the entryway of my house with dried spit smeared all over my face and this stupid, dazed look on my face.

My music is still playing in my ears as loud as it can go. So I turned on my iPod and looked at the songs to see what’s playing and I realize that I had bought 28 new Eminem songs. And they weren’t even good Eminem songs! Pretty much every single one of them was about him raping people and chopping them up into little pieces and drinking their blood.

Now, a normal person’s first reaction to this would probably be something like, “Oh my god! I just spent $36 on music! What am I gonna do?!” *panic attack*

But I am not a normal person. MY first reaction was a little more like this.

Laundry

Nobody noticed that I disappeared for a couple months, but I'm gonna talk about it anyway. I stopped posting here because of a psychotic breakdown. Everyone was out to get me, I was going crazy.  But I'm not here to talk about that. (although that would be a much more interesting story) I came back because of an overwhelming need to complain about the laundry room in my apartment.....

Every week or so I'm faced with the challenge of doing my laundry. I live on the top floor of my apartment and the laundry room is at the bottom floor so it's a huge struggle to do laundry.

It usually takes me a good eighteen seconds to realize that the washing machine is being used. That’s when the horror finally settles in. I am faced with one of two choices. I can: 1. leave my clothes there and come back later or 2. I could drag them all the way back up the stairs to my apartment. There is no good outcome either way.