I was feeling great the last week or so. Then today my truck died. Put the key in; tried to roll it over and the power just died. I don’t really care about the truck dieing. I was at the local bank and I had my cell phone. Everyone around is nice and it was relaxing to just sit in the shade, wait for my dad with jumper cables, and enjoy the surroundings (my bank sets next to a beautiful lake). After dad got there, we realized it was something more then just needing a jump. After getting mad and overreacting, dad discovers that it’s loose battery/alternator cables. I don’t want to go into much detail (it doesn’t get pretty, I need to behave myself), but after some yelling back and forth it got fixed and I sped away.
I just have such a hard time dealing with people. My dad overreacts when he’s working on a machine or something that isn’t working properly. The three times I’ve done my little outburst has been because I’ve been trying to tell people what I think. *sigh* I need to get back into counseling I think. This definitely isn’t healthy.

Oh yeah, last time, I dealt with it by destroying my printer; this time, since only myself and the truck were around (both of which I’d like to keep intact), I just let out this death scream. Then when I got home, I was still so jittery that I drank some vodka. Now I’m still jittery. I think I need more alcohol.