Who Wants To Fucking KILL ME?

It's a new gameshow. The contestants are all of you. I will give you my car if you promise to kill me with it. First come, first served. Step right up! Come on down! Please?? ANYONE???

Dammit.

Received patronizing financial lecture from father via phone this evening. Am a few HUNDRED dollars in the hole. It doesn't help my standing with Daddy Dearest that a goodly part of my expenditures have been on my newly-adopted feline friend (Dad hates cats). I wanted to scream and cry at him for being so stern with me, because I have been going through SO MUCH SHIT lately, but then I remembered that I can't talk to him about this shit because it would make things worse. Now is NOT the time to open that can of worms. Speaking of which, I have no food. Will be stuck in this festering swamp of a town for the entirety of my fall break (this weekend thru Tuesday), while all my friends get to go home or travel someplace fun, because I stupidly committed to cat-sit for a CRAZY retired professor who seriously threatened to KILL ME if I backed out on the cat-sitting. Which, now that I think about it, might not have been so bad. I am tired. I am beyond cranky. I am sexually frustrated. I am PMSing. I am growing to seriously dislike my major. I have NO IDEA what I'm going to do next year, much less with the rest of my life. I have been off my heart meds for over a week now, because my pharmacy SUCKS, but I can't switch pharmacies 'til I can actually get home to see my doctor to get my plethora of prescriptions renewed because they're all starting to expire.

I need a drink.

I need a hug.

And some narcotics would be nice, too.