Oh man, it is getting to me. I woke up at 10am after a night of bad sleep. I ate breakfast, talked to Kirby for awhile, watched a Young Justice and then fell back to sleep. I just got up to shower at 3pm. My father is already asking me to go get beer even though my mother already bought him some. This is one reason I hate living at home, I am my father's valet. He lets me say no sometimes but eventually, I need to leave the house for something and there he is, doing the ultimate "while you're up" game. Thinking about how I am going to deal with that is my main thought process through a day: When will I be asked to go get my alcoholic father more beer?
I have no appetite today. I skipped my psych meds on accident last night. I need to start taking them with my face medicine, so at least I will always have them. This entry isn't even worth a photo. It is basically me just checking in and whining. More tomorrow, I'm sure.
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