i don't think there's the slightest possibility that the truck will get to the mechanic this weekend. more procrastination.
last night dic got home and freaked out on me for all the stuff i packed, insisting that it wasn't the stuff he wanted me to pack. then he ended up throwing the coffee pot at me and hitting me in the shoulder blade and mocking me for fifteen minutes. i really fucking hate him sometimes. i'm still mad at him. but i've been talking to him out of sheer desperation for human contact. i guess all the boxes piled up made things a bit too real for him. and i really don't care, i want this over with.