Friday's frustrations

Seems to be a regular occurrence, that by the time Friday rolls around, I'm ready to tear my hair out. Perhaps its the weather, perhaps it's the fact that it's the first day of the week that I don't have a reason to be out of the house.

To be honest, I would have gone out somewhere this morning, and done my best to stay gone as long as I could, except the car has begun overheating. By the time I arrived at the ex's yesterday to work on my photography homework, I was no longer driving a car, I was driving a big cloud of steam. Before I came back here, we put water and antifreeze into the radiator, but it wasn't nearly enough.

So, since the car isn't working well enough to trust to randomly driving around (not that I have enough gas to do so anyway), I just went over to the school to check out an SLR, and came back. This, of course, means I got to spend the day searching online for any hint of a job that might actually want me. I'm beginning to think such an animal doesn't exist. Of course, while I was doing that, those I live with were sleeping until three or four in the afternoon, wandering around in various states of undress, and giving me blank looks when I suggest that chocolate chip cookies are not a decent meal. I swear, the overall base of any meal in this house is required to consist of fat, salt, sugar, or some combination of the three. No wonder at 240 pounds, I'm the "skinny" one.

To add to the frustration, other bills are beginning to add up. There's the obvious repair bill that the car is threatening me with, the need for another six video games for me to review for Videogame Theory, and a dentist's bill that I will have to eventually pay before they'll allow me to get any more of the much-needed work done on my teeth. After all that, I also have to find a way to pay for a copy of my birth certificate so that I can turn in my application at the housing authority, and maybe be able to get into a house where I'd have a bed, and a bedroom door so that I wouldn't have to get dressed and undressed in front of family members who don't believe in privacy. Having a home where I wouldn't be ashamed to have my children see it would be nice, too.