stupid blogs

So apparently I now have two blogs, this one and talularuth.blogspot.com because for a little while there I was had to mail the "forgot your password" thing and reset my password everytime I wanted to update. Now its working without doing that so now I have two blogs.

At 7:30 am I knew it wasn't going to be a good day. First I get up to go to the bathroom, then as soon as I lie down my phone rings. Its my brother. He left a message and I knew it was cause he missed the bus. I call him backl and leave a message. I get back in bed hoping he wont call back, all I wanted was to go back to sleep. one minute he calls back. I put the car keys on the porch so he can come get them and not bother me again. I lie back down and the toilette starts to run. S. jumps up flushes the toilette and storms back to bed. Great this is a good morning already. I lie there for another fifteen minutes or so. I cant get comfortable. I toss and turn a little then decide to just get up. Im awake I might as well start the fucking day right? By this time its almost 8. I get dressed and head downtown for some coffee and alone time before I have to get ready for work. I get my coffee and light a smoke. I let my thoughts drift for a little while to calm down from being woken up by stupid noises like the phone ringing.
Then I write a little, happy to be working on my story that I have been trying to finish since last saturday. My friend comes up and I am happy to see him but mad that I am being interupted. It turns out he's fallen off the wagon so like the nice supportive person that I am I invite to the Phenomenots/Bowel tones show on sat. I know he'll dig it and I hope he comes cause he doesn't do anything but work, go to school, and take care of his nine yr old amazing daughter.
Anyway. I realize I forgot me cell phone so I head back to S.' house in a little bit of a better mood after talking to someone and attempting to forget about the fact that I am mad about being awake. I'm freezing when I get there so jump back in bed as soon as i throw the covers over my head and I am consumed with frustration. I feel like a big baby cause I'm frustrated about needing to get up and participate in the world instead of being able to stay home and write.

We'll see if the day gets any better.
"god I need a cold on now"