Bullshit Floodgates Opened

My week has been the literal worst. Let me break it down. First, Nate went nuts on Saturday. He had an anxiety attack and we ended up busting the window out of his vehicle to remove him, because it sure looked like he was going to drive home without a license. He played it off today like he was going to park it elsewhere. I think it's a bullshit excuse. He's playing off his negatives and upselling his positives, as per usual. But what other options do I have if I want this thing to happen? He got all defensive and picked a fight with his wife, and she nearly left his ass. He was alright when I went there today. But I want him to make proactive steps to ensure this shit doesn't happen again. Everyone has bad days. But he needs to get some semblance of a grip.

Also, I found the bedbugs that have been eating me for the last several months. There were easily fifty in the box-spring. If it sounds gross, imagine trying to sleep on that. I duct taped them and burned the tape. And I felt righteous. Like Aerys Targaryen, I burned them all. And we've been fighting them pretty consistently. It sucks. It's stupid. They're the worst creature ever invented. I want to mail them back to whoever spread them to me.

Lastly, this move has been postponed until September. Hopefully later in the month. But this gives me time to actually prepare, and get some shit done. We still have the place. We're still planning on it. Only, later. Which could even be a good thing.I plan to get my CNA worked out, save up money, and get a job before then. And Becca's friend is moving there from South Dakota around the same time. She's been subtly trying to set us up, but I can see it. Why not give it a shot?

Also, because of this shitfest, I'm going camping in Wyoming this weekend. A good friend of mine is being recognized for outstanding achievements in artistic endeavors, and I want to attend. I would never have made my suit of armor without his assistance and tool setup. And I like the people that will be there. My car is good to go, and I can leave my room for the weekend. I fully intend to drink, fight, and fuck the stress away. It'll be a dream.