This whole week, man, all of it, has been nothing but stressful. I've got my finals week coming up and I'm not ready, I already know which classes I'm going to fail and that if I'm not careful I can fail the rest, and then my family is driving me up a wall too. My brother's being the usual insufferable ass who thinks nobody elses' concerns matter and he pays no heed to anyone's pain, but if you dare insult him or ask anything of him or do anything he doesn't approve of then oh boy you better watch out because he'll throw all the tantrums. All of them, whilst punching you. I shut off the car when we stopped at the post office, and he threw a tantrum about that. His girlfriend is still a stupid, lazy whore who pretty much acts just like him too. Yesterday she caught a hummingbird that flew in the door and couldn't figure out how to get back out and stuffed it in a box with some straw and water and waited for us to get home so we'd take a picture of it, and my brother went and let it out which is exactly what I intended to do anyway, and she threw a fit about it for the rest of the night and we had to sit there and listen to them argue it out while everybody but me got drunk.
Then I sat on a fucking wasp that was in my parents' bed. My ass still hurts. There's wasps fucking everywhere. That shack is seriously too fucking small, and now the county officials are riding our asses because it's legally too small to live in, but there isn't shit we can do because we can't afford to start building an actual house yet. And I still have to sleep in the fucking armchair. I'm really starting to hate that chair.
I feel like a rubber/gel stress penguin thing. Like I'm being squeezed so hard my head is going to explode and whoever's squeezing me at the time is going to lose their arm. I need a penguin to squeeze so bad...