Daahhhhh......

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I got a nasty and stupid note stuck to my door last night from V, who said the dishes I left in the sink were drawing bugs--

a. she and the other always left piles of dishes in the sink AND told me not to worry about doing dishes right away, that she used to do that and now doesn't.

b. There were no bugs anywhere, neither dead or alive anywhere near the sink. I doubt there were any interested in what I'd left out.

c. It had only been there a day, 1 pot and 2 mugs, or half a day, unlike plenty of her dishes.

d. This is bullshit, trivial stupid crap. She's going to get rid of me at the end of august, but like my mom she feels guilty for not being a superangel and turning me in to someone just like her (or something, heaven knows).

e. This is a lot of hostility and self-righteousness over something trivial; she could have just said something to me, not left a note, if it was that important and she was that mad about it.

f. SHE's the one always saying, "how important is it?"

g. Okay, I'm sick of this now, even though I've gotten out of the main vein of whatever "terribly important" point it was that I wanted to make and am in a run-on sentence.

h. oh, yeah, she also said, "I can't see why you don't have time to do this before you leave for the day." Well, just classic bitching and nagging about very very little, disguising her real problem by taking it out on someone else just because she can.

i. I think anyone in my situation would be at least as worried as I am about this, or ticked-off and affronted, but the problem is I don't want to be that stuck up over something so small. I've been there before, and it is just a waste of time. YET, here I am going over the matter absolutely as thoroughly as ever, and it's probably not only a waste of time, but my paranoia tells me it'll make the matter worse.

eta: I sure made a big fuss over something small, but she'd just never been so rude to me before.

j. Then on the other hand, I had some coffee, watched a little tv, and just plain felt better about it. I just have to think postitively and constructively, an not vengefully.



After I got that stupid note at around 11:30 a.m., I went on a starch binge, which worried me, like 5 bagels, criminy. Then I went and did the 3 whole dishes, went back to sleep and had the weirdest dreams about C & V, that their house was this magnificent masterpiece of contemporary literature, and that a river ran through the backyard, which I had never noticed before. It flooded, and was really running strong over the banks, though not enough to flood any houses. V helped me find my glasses, after I helped her grandmother with something--I was going to mend a dress for her, but she said it was okay with just the basting.

I dreamed I was lying in bed and my hair was on fire; I was struggling to say "help me!" but couldn't get the words out and was paralyzed. As I was waking up, I actually did say "help me!" out loud. I hope no one heard, as of course, nothing was really wrong.