::Resists pounding head on computer table::

It's too feking early. I hate early mornings....
And that alarm clock. I'm gonna smash. I think that will help me feel better immensely. Yes....Excellent ::taps fingers together evilly::
Everytime I set my alarm clock, I awake up an hour to an hour and half before it goes off. Pisses me off. Then, I can't go back to sleep, or if I am, it's not a restful sleep. It's the sleep that does more harm then good. A waste of one hour and perfectly good sleep! Damnit.
I mean, it's not like I get up on schedule. I had it set for 6:30am and I woke up at 5:00am....Last time I had it set it was, like, for 7:00am...Woke up at 6:00am.
Makes my head hurt just thinking about it...so I guess I wont.

I think Aric stole my chapstick. Sneaky bastard.....And I really really need it.....
::heaves sigh:: Shit....It's gotten to where we don't even get one thing fixed before something else goes wrong...
Sandi told us to look on the bright side....We don't have to get the van fixed anymore.
I was baby-sitting the Wildman kids when my mom called sounding really shook up. Which, I'm kinda used to for several different reasons so I didn't think anything of it until I could make sense of what she was saying.
She said that she had just been talking to Dad on the phone when he was hit by another car or hit another car and that she could hear him and it sounded like he was having a really hard time breathing.
People had started yelling when the connection was lost.
From that point on there was like this chanting in the back of my head "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..."
She called me because she couldn't think of anyone she could call that could find him.
I told her that if he didn't call in 15 minutes to tell us that everything was ok to call me back and we'd start calling the hospitals or something.
She ended up switching and calling my uncle, asking him to look for Dad.
Which, at the time before the accident he could have been anywhere between here and tim-buck-two. 'Course we did know he was on the highway at the time...but that was it.
Anyway....I called Aunt Dana....Made sure it was ok if I left the kids there or took them with me if I had to leave. 'Bout ten minutes later mom called back and said that Dad was ok, but he'd call us again to tell us what was going on.
Thirty minutes after that Dana got there and I left for home.
The van is completely totaled.
I called Sandi because I sure as hell didn't know what condition Dad was in and what to do legally or how to find him a Dr to see.
Then mom told me that Sharon was gonna meet us there.
Looking back it was funny.
We got there asking for him and they said that someone had just been there looking for him and to check at the nurses station. The nurses station tried to send us back into the check in place but finally told us that he was already discharged. We found him and Sharon in the waiting room.
And Sandi got there right after us.
When she asked for him they told her he already had a militia after him in the waiting room.
I don't think Dad was too happy at first for us calling everyone to meet us there.
But in the end it was what we needed to do...
Just wish I didn't have to call Sandi.
She's had a beyond shitty week.
George has phenomena and so he can't go in for cancer surgery, so he's at Sandi's in critical condition because the Dr wont admit him. Fucking Dr.s.
And she had also been a friend to one of the people who died in the three person shooting last week or whenever that happened.
She had also just broken some toes on her right foot so she was weaving all over the place because she had no real balance.

Need to take Dad to the Dr now....