Nrrrrg.

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My stomach feels ooky. Like I'm getting ready to ride a roller coaster or somethng. All topsy turvy. Ugh.

TJ's yelling at me to find her glue gun, which I haven't seen since the last time we were in Canada. And she dumped out the box it was in to put the newt in said box. And, of course, she doesn't know where she put all of the craft stuff that was in the box. And then I find the new craft box, and the glue gun's not in it. So she's freaking out at me because I can't magically find the glue gun.

And then she reverts back into only child mode and kicks me out of her room.

Wow, thanks. I looked for the damn glue gun. I couldn't find it. You told me to forget about it from your place on the bed reading comics. I did, and went out to the living room. And then you get pissed because I did what you wanted. And then you threw the craft box.

Way to throw a tantrum, TJ.

Augh. and I need to call the landlord and tell them we're not keeping the apartment. Yay, I get to deal with an old Greek woman who I can barely understand. It's the highlight of my day, really.

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Meh. Thats people for you. -.-;