Honestly, all I want to do is call my mom and complain, but she’s out of town and won’t be back until Sunday, I think. If I call my dad, he’ll just tell me to go to the doctor and treat me like an idiot or a child for not going all ready. I have no clue when my mom is getting back. I can’t stand, can barely hobble, can’t bend. So my apartment is a mess and I don’t have any food and couldn’t exactly cook anything anyway.
