It could be worse, but it could be a whole lot better

My unwanted house guest is still at my house. The boss went home on Sunday, but the unwanted house guest called his wife and said he was staying until tomorrow. He apparently feels that he needs to help Charlie out at the sap house. Good grief! It's not even time to start the maple syrup thing. We've got a good week before the weather is right.

So this morning, while I was getting ready for work, Charlie comes in the bathroom and shuts the door. He looks at me and just shakes his head. Our unwanted house guest has decided that, because we've gotten a couple of inches of snow last night, he's going to stay a couple more days. Charlie has been an absolute fricking ass the past couple of days because of our house guest. It's not fair for him to take out his frustrations on me. He's not my friend, I didn't invite him to stay with us, I can't help it he doesn't have the balls to tell him to leave. I don't even want to go home anymore. A person's home is supposed to be their safe haven, my home has become a hell.

I'm going to end up blowing up. I've done it before. Mary is surprised I haven't blown up yet. I think I've just given up. Have you ever gotten to that point where you just absolutely give up?? Its a sad feeling, actually, when you realize you've just given completely up. I'm also still not feeling well. I've had this sinus thing going on, and I'm totally miserable. This morning I noticed a sore spot in my arm pit, it's like a swollen lump. I have no idea what the heck is going on. I'm a little freaked out by it. Ugh!!