frigga

i have been up every hour since 2.
every hour i went back to sleep for a few minutes until 6.
i had to get up at 6.
now i feel like killing the world with a flamethrower and some steel toed boots.
i feel sick.
i hate myself.
my husband is depressed and as a result, going to sleep all fucking day: and since we have a mother fucking studio apartment i get to watch him sleep.
i need a shower.
i need a cigarette.
i need the scabs on my nipple to heal. my baby is teething and i am still breastfeeding. i get bit. often.
(note: if you have something to say about how i raise my kid you can shove it up your ass, i don't want to hear it.)
there is a man outside in a big white suit IE: covers shoes and ends in a little pointy hat, looks like a condom, smoking a cigarette. weird.
murder the world.