AAAAARRGGH!

My dad was surprisingly not horrible. He gave me half the money he usually does on holidays (which is still a lot... he "buys" love from his children) and only said one or two bad things about me in passing.

My best friend never said anything about my birthday. I sent her a message today, asking, "Between seeing me Sunday night and texting me yesterday, what's your excuse for not acknowledging my birthday?" Five hours later I still have no reply.

All in all things were good. I just wish I could have READ MY BOOK. My cousins made sure that wouldn't happen when they crashed my house and cooked me dinner. It was nice of them, but... I wanted ME time!

AS FOR WORK,

I started 20 hours a week for my father and 20 hours at my real job. It took an hour in traffic to get to my dad's office this morning, and so much work was piled on me that I got to my real job 30 minutes late. My dad even wanted me to stay for lunch! HAH!

New rule: I accept NO work handed to me after 12:30pm, so I can finish up and bolt out of there by 1:00. As it stands I've had nothing to eat all day and I'm ready to snap the head off of anyone who dares to ask anything of me. Oh yeah, and my music teacher called yesterday to reschedule Wednesday's lesson - so I get to rush out of my real job at 5:30 to be at my lesson at 6:00.

This all means I'll get home between 7:30 and 8:00, which, by my new "don't eat past 7pm" rule, means I've just fasted for a day.