Seventh Circle of Hell

I HATE my job.

My father wants me to work Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I told him that I'd work EITHER Saturday or Sunday... but... why? Why can't I just say "NO, screw you"?

[sigh]
And things with Andy aren't really getting easier... I had to stop myself from trying to kiss her five times last night. But I'm blaming that on exhaustion and depression... both of which are hopefully going to pass tonight.

Can't write more... supposed to be doing stupid things with kilowatt light sources. Joy.