Out of it

Have you ever had one of those days where your brain is like 'nope.' That was me yesterday. I was upset with someone and as a result I ended up cleaning and unpacking my things. That was frustrating considering the relationship of me and this person. It's annoying but I deal with the temporary circumstances. So anyway I'm upset with the fact that this person is annoying to me and won't go away. I was actually minding my own business watching Ted, that I didn't get to finish watching, when they came in to bother me. So anyway I ended up drinking about 330 in the morning I took three shots of Bacardi Lemon. I don't remember going to sleep but I slept til about ten in the morning closer to 11 I think.

So I ended up waking up to finish much of what I started. I decided to better pack some things I won't be using while I'm here mainly kitchen related things. I get a box and I start putting everything in one place mostly for me to make sure all my things would be in relatively the same area. So here I'm trying to do me, pack up my stuff so I wouldn't have to hear anyone else bitch about this. I'm doing this alone and I was okay with that. Until my mother decided she'd help.
Of course I had an issue with her helping me considering I hadn't asked her to do anything. This particular situation is funny because when I asked her to help me last week she sat on her ass and didn't bat an eyelash. So why was she helping me? I have no idea but of course she comes in doing her own thing because that's what she does. That was annoying and I really wanted to tell her to go away but I didn't because she's the type of person to get mad at you and act like she's not. I don't like dealing with attitudes which is why I don't even understand how I've lived here so long.
I got quite a bit done as far as how much stuff is organized and packed up. I still have a few more things to look through but overall things are shaping up. I just wish people would stop touching my things. Period. No one wanted to help so why come out of nowhere and help?

Well aside from all that the point was, that liquor really had me out of it. And it didn't help that it took over 24 hours for me to eat something. If my bf had known that I didn't eat for 24 hours he would've been pissed and probably would've tried to force feed me something smh. Good thing I didn't tell him. So because of lack of food after finally ate my stomach started hating me. It was hurting and my head still hurts after hurting all day. I took a nap thinking it would go away but nope and I took another nap that I woke from a couple hours ago. Since it's 5am now I think I'll go to bed and wake up later.

Bye bye for now.