I have had to read over 250 pages of Domestic Relations in preparation of a test next week. I cannot explain how much I DETEST Domestic Relations. Have to do keyterms for over 92 terms across 3 chapters. Have to do a title search for Real Estate. Have to do two Research assignments for Automated Research on Lexis. What REALLY irritates me is that I have to deal with this stupid Spreadsheet class (which I have already passed previously) and deal with an absolute asshole teacher. He doesn't get the midterm graded til just this week. He doesn't get last week's assignment graded (still not done yet). Now I have to deal with his demanding conniving posts and emails (to everyone). He is getting a furiously nasty evaluation.

Tim (uncle) is supposed to be coming today to spend a few days, likely have to go see grandfather (which means I will be the likely transporter). I'm already all bound up about that, owing to just not wanting to deal with the drug usage and alcohol. We called earlier this week, mother catches him "speaking irregularly" and answering strangely (duh, figure it out). I am absolutely tired of this shit. I feel raw to the whole thing. I can't count how many times we've been lied to, abused, taken advantage of by family in the throes of cocaine, heroine, alcohol, marijuana, or whatever else they are sticking into themselves. Promises, lies, every single time. Welcome to 40 year olds with 25+ year drug/alcohol addictions that they don't want to stop.

A telemarketer called once again today for Tim. I don't know what he did to give them our number (he lives in Florida), but they have called at stupid hours every day for three weeks. They have been told he doesn't live here, yet they continue to call. This number is registered on the DO NOT CALL list, yet they still call. Finally I had enough today. I had run downstairs to grab the phone (remember, I'm doing homework upstairs), and lo and behold its the frickin computer dialer wanting me to acknowledge that I am Tim. So I do and wait for the real person, the whole time just seething with irritation. I listen to crappy elevator music for about two minutes then hear an operator cut in and say "Hello". I take a deep breath and say "Hello". "Can I talk to Tim Franz."

All hell breaks loose. "First, there is no Tim Franz here. He doesn't live here. He doesn't get passed messages from here. Second, your company has been calling here for three weeks straight irrespective of the fact that you have been told that he doesn't live here. Third, this number is registered on the DO NOT CALL list. I suggest that you remove my number immediately (repeated my phone number) and do not call again." There is a short pause where I hear feverish typing, then a quick "It's done"... I say "have a nice day" and promptly hang up.

Now I understand that its not the operator's fault, its just her job, but I sure as hell can't strangle the company like I wanna. Let's just hope they taped the call. Bastids.

God I need summer break already.