Yesterday...

...was a BAD day.

Even though it is Thursday at the moment, I'm referring to yesterday as Tuesday. So, I wake up and go to school even though I really don't want to. I have to work on a group paper, learn proofs, and do a presentation, so I have to go. Boo. I go.

MARTA my way to school. realize I left my headphones at home and therefore may have to deal with MARTA riding idiots. Someone tries to holla at me while I'm walking up the stairs in the train station and he's walking down. WTF?!?

Get to school. Feel a little bit better. Until the cramps and headache set in. Deal with this the entire first class. Go to second class. Not only do they come back, but they are accompanied by very loud stomach growls that I figure came from my gum. Kinda embarrassing. Go to last class and have to do report. Praying that the first teammate draws out his part for the entire class. No such luck. I try my best and still get my ass handed to me. Unfortunately, I only get through 1/3 of my part, so I get to continue getting my ass handed to me tomorrow (today). Stand outside in the cold for about 90 minutes to MARTA my way back to my car. Get call from mom.

Mom has purchased a car. From an auction. She doesn't generally have good luck with auctions, and the trend continues. It smoked up and dumped oil. Is now in process of getting fixed (if possible). Gives me bad news. Patches, my dear and beloved rescued kitty that I decided I couldn't keep because I didn't wanna keep him living in the bathroom forever because I'm allergic has been left outside by his new owners. For. Two. Months.

Explosion. find out he had been pooping everywhere, so they put him outside. Found out he exhibited such behavior because he didn't have any cat litter. Human error led to animal abuse. I say such a strong word because it doesn't sound like he was fed properly either. Retrieve mom and Patches and go to grandma's house while trying to find somewhere for Patches to go. I could keep him, but he would again be in the bathroom and more than likely very cold (non-insulated attic living). I may get him and do it anyway. Haven't decided yet. I love my damn cat. And I miss him. So far he is in an apartment with no heat, but it is insulated and there's blankets and couches at least. And being fed.

Get home at 11 or so. Tired, pissed, hungry, and I get tude. Whatever. I had no energy left to deal with it so it's ignored and I go to room and eventually to bed.

Today (yesterday) was much better but my shins freakin hurt. I drove just about all day, and am not looking forward to walking around on painful shins tomorrow. Or continuing getting my ass handed to me. I swear, if I finish my Proofs homework I'm turning it in tomorrow and not going to class at all next week (Tuesday, only have two; Thursday none (THANKSGIVING!!)).

Relationship with mom much, much better. We talked about some things, made some apologies for some things and worked some things out. Yaay!

G'Night.