I've got things going on that can't be worked until Monday at the earliest. My patience with people is wearing thin. I don't like waiting on other people to do their job, but I must deal with it.

This is really mucking up my moods. I would be happy for a couple of hours, then launch into anger, then truck on over to sadness because I have no control. Usually when this goes on I start feeling really bad. I'm trying to work on my emotions like a mature, responsible adult but there's part of me that wants to throw a hissy fit. I don't want to act like a spoiled brat, but that's what I'm dealing with.

I don't know where this is coming from. I think it might have because I was Mom's little princess, though I hardly got anything I wanted growing up. It came with a price, too: getting drunk with her was not a good solution. Whatever it is, I'm trying real hard not be so selfish and ruin this beautiful weekend.

I'm just venting so this isn't just stuck in my head.