I was in a good mood between 6:15 and 6:33 this morning. At 6:34, however, all of those happy sleep endorphins were promptly banished to the valley just of the hill.
We fucking have bedbugs... AGAIN!!!!
Seriously?? I mean seriously?? As if that's not a reason to really hightail it out of here. This is the second effing time in three years. And the landlord does nothing only send his flunkies to come spray. The last time this happened I had to get new beds and new mattresses because they were wood. Now I have to get more protective coverings for the girls bed and the spray. I will be damned if i go out and get new beds again. These beds are metal and they are less than three years old (True because they have been in the possession of my kids they look much much older, but that's not the point)
Oh come on, SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?
I feel like a character on Grey's Anatomy right now. You know how they answer every questionable situation with Seriously? I feel that way.
Oh by the way, the voice that narrates my thoughts, yeah she's no longer some random British woman, she's Meredith Grey. Not sure but I may have experienced Grey overload last night.
So back to why I have lost my good mood. Remember I said I'm that paranoid person that thinks everything bad is happening to her? So I'm pretty sure that for the next few weeks, I will be inspecting my bed, my clothes, everything and that every little itch is a bug crawling on me. I HATE MY LIFE!
I want to move right now. Screw my job, screw my life here. (Hell it's not like I'm actually going to get the guy, right? Have you looked at me. I am so most likely not his type.) I will miss my friends, my friends are awesome but as much as I love them, my friends cannot compete with keeping me in a bedbug ridden house.
FUCK!!!
Single and blogging wants so badly to go back to bed and start this day sooooo oover...
