Don't try to call my cell phone until further notice. I set it on a counter in f'ing Unadilla, GA (200mi SOUTH OF ATLANTA) and have to drive down there to get it. The 10k mile warranty on my tires is fast expiring, as is my patience. I wish I could just go on vacation and have a vacation. I don't understand why this is an impossible situation. Instead, every time I try to relax, things break and I start to really hate my life again. Mom wants me to go back on the anxiolitic, but it makes me twitchy and irritable and I don't want that.

I'm going to go change before work-- my head is pounding and all I want to do is cry, but the show must go on, I suppose.