Better Sleep and a disappearing car

 I slept ok despite the fact that the monster played with our circuit breaker.  It appears that the car - her car, but he's now taken it over has been gone all night. I happened to look out at 5:30 to see it wasn't here.  My mom, who was up, said she didn't see it last night.  If only it would disappear only with the monster that would be a good good day.

I dislike the fact that my mom is awake at this hour.  I said did you sleep at all?  Three hours.  This monster makes her so stressed and that makes me angry.  I was typing a text to our landlord when she broke down in tears and asked if I would contact him.  I said I'm on it.  Do I think we will be perceived as hysterical women?  Yeah.  I tried to present myself with facts on weird things that have happened so he couldn't come back and ask me if I'm paranoid.  Yeah, I am but I have good reason because we live with someone that's broken our trust repeatedly. 

For about five months, I would go outside and check our meter for killowatts after we had the high increase in electricity.  I would check it morning and night once the locks got put back on and it seemed like we were still using more at night.  I thought could it be because of the air conditioning?  I talked to two different representatives at We Energies and they said that is strange.  My mom put a lock on the circuit breaker and what do you know?  The killowatt usage went down at night.  He's such a scum bag.

I hadn't thought about that I'm a year away from being 10 years cancer free until I got reminded yesterday.  I thought well that's a good reason to get the new blueberry drink at Starbucks, isn't it?  I didn't make the scale explode either.  

Here's hoping it's a little less chaotic day.

A good day to the good humans.  May your days be free of trolls and monsters.

And a bad day to the troll downstairs.  I wish for a very bad day.

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