I was supposed to go see Matrix Reloaded this afternoon, but my mom fucked that all up.
Let’s review: Woke me up at 9:00 saying “I need your help this morning.” Spent the next 90 minutes saying “I’ve been making phone calls so maybe I won’t have to go” while I grumpily seeth, drink coffee, and go about my normal websurfing routine. At 11:30 says “I have to leave now for an entirely different reason.” Leaves for this entirely different reason which is supposed to only take 2 hours. Calls back 3 hours later saying “I have to run some more personal errands completely unrelated to the errand for which I left you doing my job, and then I’ll be back.” Arrives back home at the exact time I’m supposed to be arriving in Ann Arbor.
Why I’m a Bad Daughter: I didn’t trust myself to mention that I had plans without being petulant, so I faked a cell phone conversation saying things like, “yeah, I’m not gonna make it” and “no, even if I left now I couldn’t” and “thanks, but I’ll just catch you guys next time.” My mom asks, I say I was supposed to see a movie, and she feels appropriately badly. She says I should have mentioned it (I know I should have). I say “you said you’d only be 2 hours so I didn’t think it was gonna be a problem.” (Which I didn’t. I mean, who needs 4 hours to show one house? Oh, wait, Erica’s at home so I can go on into the office and do whatever and I don’t need to let her know or anything.) And now she’s trying to tell me all about this house and I just can’t find it in me to care. I’ve asked a few halfhearted questions and claimed sleepiness (which is not untrue).
I’m irritated. But I feel guilty for being bad. But I’m still really fucking irritated. And this is all so stupid and petty. But I’m fucking sleepy and irritated.
