2:30 A.M You Have Mail

So there I was, awake at 2:30 a.m. I tried to get back to sleep, no go. So I got up, had a smoke, thinking I really should get back to bed, this is ridiculous. After a smoke I was still wide awake. So I made a coffee and headed down to the computer. What does one do at 2:30 a.m? The usual, check the email, check all the favourite sites, sigh. I looked outside, gee, it's awfully bright out there for 2:30 in the morning, whats up with that? Is it a full moon? Is that why I can't sleep? No, the full moon isn't until Saturday, but it's close. Those full moons really do screw me up, even when they're only close. Oh look! I have emails! Woohoo! I finally got a reply from Big R, yay. Oh....it's nothing really. Just more snotting and cryptic bullshit. I was hoping she was going to tell me about her new job or where and when she is planning to move, or just a general update on her life. But, no. It's funny how she and "Anonymous" are always on my case at the same time. It's funny how my own daughter shares opinions of me with "Anonymous" sometimes. Actually, it's not funny at all. It's fucking sad. It's shameful. I tend to think it's just a coincidence. But sometimes I wonder. They do live near each other. In fact that's who Big R lived with when we moved up here and she decided she didn't want to move with us. Cathy rented out a bedroom in her condo to Big R. Though Big R claimed to hate it there and couldn't get out soon enough. Then there is the fact that Cathy poisoned Big Rs mind when she was very young. She took it upon herself to explain to Big R why I am the way I am. God help me. First of all, she had absolutely no right to do such a thing. Secondly, no decent person would do such a thing. Thirdly, she didn't have a fucking clue what she was talking about. Can you imagine? I mean who the hell did she think she was? What was she thinking? Who does something like that? That's just one thing I'm bitter about. Can you blame me? So I don't know if they get together over lattes and plan to gang up on me or if it's just some cosmic fluke. But you saw for yourself when Cathy said "your kid hates ya and I couldn't be happier". Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure her out. I mean really, she told me all about how crushed and devastated she was when her own daughter, (a couple of years older than Big R), so disappointed her by getting knocked up in high school. And then a few years later, when the kid was like 3, he fell off their sixth floor balcony! He survived, I heard with minimal damage even, but, oh, what parenting skills! And that made her believe in angels and crap, ugh. What I'd like to know is why no charges were laid! Angels? More like horseshoes up the ass. Anyways, I guess they live in the same city and spend time together, you know like babysitting the grandchild and shopping for diapers together, so that makes their relationship so much better and stronger than mine with Big R. Whatevah.
But look, I have other email! Yippee (I'm sooooo popular)! It's from the people who picked up the load of Hubbys shirts, from the Freecycle site. Hmmmm, oh-oh. Is this gonna be a complaint? The shirts are shrunk! They don't fit! I can't use these! YOU LIED! Omg, what now, what's the problem? Oh! Noooooo. It's actually a THANK YOU. It's like, "I just went through the shirts, what a great selection! Thank you so much for your generosity!" Wow. Really? Holy shit, cool. That was totally unexpected. How nice. How nice to be recognized for who I really am for once. Because hey, I AM generous, always have been. If I have it to give, I will gladly give it.