The day was going okay, not worse than any other day, I guess. Things have really been build­ing up, much of which with the prob­lems at work. I'm really tired of being the one blamed for what goes wrong with our kids, or what­ever. And today, we had three acci­dents that could have been avoided or at least paid more atten­tion to.

And because I'm stu­pid (in this respect) I've been tak­ing all my aggres­sion out on Nina. And after the third occurence, she called me on it. I told her that I decided to just watch my own back, go and do my job, and leave. I don't need this shit. I don't need to be all "buddy-buddy" with every­one, and I don't know why I ever thought I needed to in the first place. So, yeah, I was pretty pissed.

After school, Megan took me home and we hung out here for a while. (The dumb fuck from the KIA deal­er­ship never called like he said he was going to.) Then we went and ran some errands (tak­ing movies back, vis­it­ing Jake). We went to Schlock­buster and rented Four Rooms, one of my favorite movies.

I just now got home, and I gotta say that I'm so so glad it's the week­end.