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Jul. 8th, 2003 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidUrbandruid is one small little document away from being done.
And the funny thing is that I don't feel accomplished or anything, just really, really tired. Part of it's the heat, and the fact that I don't feel too well, and the rest is probably just minor to nonexistant. Or something.
You would think I'd know better by now, but I still expect things from my relatives that they can't do. Things they seem to be incapible of.
I wanted to draw this out, make it...interesting or something, in some way, but I'm feeling it's not worth the effort anymore. I told them, and they just...sat there. And then my grandmother changed the subject and went back to rambling at us about the book she's reading that she has to return to a friend of hers, only she doesn't remember what it's called. And she's telling us the plot and probably telling it half wrong, and- argh.
It's been a while since I've wanted to run crying from the room where she's concerned. screaming, cussing, and throwing things, yes. But crying, no.
Fuck.
And the funny thing is that I don't feel accomplished or anything, just really, really tired. Part of it's the heat, and the fact that I don't feel too well, and the rest is probably just minor to nonexistant. Or something.
You would think I'd know better by now, but I still expect things from my relatives that they can't do. Things they seem to be incapible of.
I wanted to draw this out, make it...interesting or something, in some way, but I'm feeling it's not worth the effort anymore. I told them, and they just...sat there. And then my grandmother changed the subject and went back to rambling at us about the book she's reading that she has to return to a friend of hers, only she doesn't remember what it's called. And she's telling us the plot and probably telling it half wrong, and- argh.
It's been a while since I've wanted to run crying from the room where she's concerned. screaming, cussing, and throwing things, yes. But crying, no.
Fuck.
