Not a good day

So I'm having a crappy week- working twice as many hours and having no time for fun and little for sleep. Stupid responsibilities *kick* Waking up at 7am to clean before the people come to put in new windows only to have them call and say they're not coming. Grrr! And my sister keeps breaking down and I'm worried about her. And then my boss today being a... GRRRRR! Why the FUCK do people without phobias not care about people who have them? And I swear that if I hear "you've gotta get over it" one more time I'm going to KILL someone. And why is my coping mechanism crying rather than actually saying what I want to say when it would make sense to say it? FUCK. I realize it's the whole phobia thing making me break down right now but it's not like that makes me feel better about my crappy life at the moment. And so I spent the whole drive home from work a few minutes ago sobbing and what comes on the radio? Fallen by Sarah McLachlan. Oh yeah. Like THAT'S going to make me feel better?

Damn appropriate signs. *kicks fate... or irony... or whatever* I'm just too exhausted and depressed to care about anything at the moment. I don't like not caring.

Must go feed and walk dog. In the pouring rain. See, THIS is why I didn't get a dog. Yet I still get stuck taking care of one. Ah well. Only 3 hours before I get to go back to work again. Oh JOY! Anyone got a magic "make this pissy mood go away" pill? Preferably one I can take without swallowing because, yeah, back to the stupid phobias rant.

I think I need ice cream. Or heat in the house. Or both. Stupid life. *sigh*