Yah, I Got Nothing.

I've been left alone and so I feel like I should cry. Well, not really.

My parents went on a Wine Tour this weekend (fitting weekend away for an alcoholic and a snooty, juggling credit card American) and have left me to hold down the fort. This of course means taking care of the eight animals I live with and all of their disgusting habits. There's a pile of cat puke next to the washing machine that is literally a foot high. I shit you not.
Andrew has also opted to leave me this weekend and I think, is currently sitting in a mini van with two other men, on their way to Montreal for some good ol' poutine-eating-vroom-vroom-car-racing.

Gross.

He says he's going to get inebriated. I say, stay away from the hairy French prostiutes in such a state. Doubly gross.

My weekend was a complete waste of time.
I drove to my mother's (selfishly for the air conditioning, only to find that her power was out, and therefore, I was disgustingly hot), and was bombarded with absolute bullshit from the minute I saw her, to the moment I almost killed my sister.
Usually when I go to see my mother, I haven't slept in a significant amount of time. This day, was no different. By the time I arrived at my mother's I had been awake for 23 hours.

"Hi Anna, can you help me move some furniture?"
"What? No. Mom, I'm friggin' tired."
"It will only take a minute."
"Are you crazy?"
"Anna, I need you to help me move some furniture. Since your father left..."

"FINE."

And after moving the furniture:

"Anna, can you help me make dinner?"
"What? No. MOM, I'M FRIGGIN' TIRED."
"Well, I've worked all day and I would really appreciate the help."
"Are you crazy?"
"Anna, I need you to help me cook some dinner. Since your father left..."

"FINE."

And after cooking the dinner:

"Anna, can you water the garden for me? I'm going out with some friends and I don't have time."
"WHAT? NO. MOM, I'M FRIGGIN' TIRED."
"Well, I need some time to myself to y'know."
"Are you crazy?"
"Anna, I need you to water the plants for me. Since your father left..."

"FINE."

And of course, none of the conversations acually happened in this fashion, but if you listened close enough, the shrill whimper in my mother's voice was saying everything that her outright words didn't.

And so my mother went out with her friend. I watered the plants and by the time I was finished with Dianne's massive garden, I had been up for twenty-six hours. I waddled downstairs, put on my pyjamas, was giving myself a good tooth cleaning and then I heard,

"Hi Anna."

Great. Stinky's home. With Gavin. And now I have no place to sleep 'cause they're going to want to watch TV.
So, I walked out of the bathroom, said a disgruntled hello and went upstairs. Chelsea followed me and frankly asked,

"Are you mad?"
"Chelsea, I haven't slept in twenty-six hours and all I want to do is go to bed."
"Well, this is my house and I live here, so I have every right to watch TV with Gavin whenever I want."

I got mad, said a whole bunch of shit I can't even remember, called Andrew and then ultimately decided just to endure the forty-five minute drive back to my father's house.

After being awake for twenty-seven hours, I finally got to bed and I slept for fifteen hours straight.

My family is full of assholes.