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I was really looking forward to the weekend. Work was shit this week and my mom knew that I had a meltdown in front of people yesterday.

Sure I got to sleep in today.

But now she's going fucking insane. She won't listen to me when I explain what happened with the credit card charges and acts like I was saying that I wasn't going to pay for any of it. She wants to start doing EXTREME cleaning RIGHT NOW because I'll have a guest here in...three weeks? What the fuck, mom? Three weeks is plenty of time to get everything done, do we really have to shine and oil the goddamn kitchen cupboards? Do I really need to clean my carpet today? All that's going to happen is that it's going to get dirty before the sixth and there will be another mad rush to clean it AGAIN.

Fuck man, I really needed today just to chill, but I guess that's just too much to ask.

ETA

Whoops. Totally forgot that when she's in moods like this I have to pretend like I don't have feelings. Let me load up my robot program. :| 

ETA PART TWO!

I'm making cheese fries. All is right with the world again.