I am totally frustrated right now.
I've been waiting around the house for these dumb boys to show up. All day yesterday, and (so far) today. I waited up until 2 a.m. last night, and got up early this morning. I haven't heard a word. Everytime I leave the house I leave stick-it notes on the door. My days off are precious. These are valuable beach weather days, boys! It's difficult to be annoyed at people you don't even know. They could be perfectly repectable young men, but right now they're totally pissing me off. I don't know if I should be worried or what. I don't know their names, and I don't know how they're getting here. Did they reach trouble at the border? Did they get in a car accident? Did they get my proper address and phone number? Are they just fly-by-the-seat-of-their-pants kind of guys? Did communication get mixed up? Were they just maybe going to stay these two nights at my house, and I took it as a for sure thing? Did they get accosted by heroine junkies in the DTES?
I don't know.
I know that I should chill the fuck out, but the Marilyn in me won't let me. I've already scrubbed the bathtub and changed the bedsheets.
This is a rant, and I am sorry.
