Alright, I know the last one was all cute and nice, but I have a hella short fuse right now and need to vent before I snap. So, there are proper doctors here, and apparently I "need" medication that I have been just fine with out for more than a year. So that's started back up and has me feeling like absolute death, no joke. Then today was absolute hell at work, again, no joke. Now, I'm trying to help my grandma learn how to use her iPhone for this thing that shes doing, and I've never used an iPhone. So she's getting mad at me for trying to help. I would chug this big ass bottle of Tito's vodka, but my mood stabilizer would kill me.... Second thought, I may anyway.
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The Journal of Baxter
RandomI got bored, and Charlie suggested that I make a journal.
