Grrr. The past few days are the kinda days that make me want to change my name, move to a new city and start fresh. New friends. New job. No family obligations.

My sister and her husband are back into it again already. Friday night consisted on being woken up at 1:00 a.m. to go get her and get her over to my cousins house. Needless to say I was out until 4:00 a.m. dealing with this shit. Next day she has her husband come and get her and she’s back at home. How many times did she call me yesterday? A lot. They were already into it again. Bad thing about this is she won’t listen to any of the advice that I have given her. She hates him and doesn’t want to live with him anymore. I say “divorce/lawyer” to her. No, I can’t do that. It’ll cost money which she doesn’t have. She says she gonna kill him or herself. I say “counseling/meds” to her. Nope. If she sees a counselor they will think she’s crazy and commit her. Jesus. And, where is my father during all this? Who the hell knows. I guess I get to keep handling this one on my own.

I arrive at work this morning to a pissy e-mail from the head of the theatre that I freelance for. They are doing a fundraiser that I have worked up a logo for. The lady that coordinating “has been trying to reach you but not connecting and is starting to lean on me.” Well, hell. She has my fucking phone number. Has she called me? No. “Both of the meetings we have had so far were to discuss printed material, with you being the most important person we wanted there, and not having you there made them sort of a waste of everyones time.” Well, hell. First of all you should have the meeting in the evening … when I have a better chance of making it. I do have a day job, remember? Secondly, if I was the main person you needed there … why the hell didn’t you say that in the first place instead of “make it if you can” or “we would like to have you there.” And why am I just hearing about this eleven days after the last meeting?

Fuck. Times like these … times like these.