Me: I'm in a really really poor mood at the moment. Trying to make it better, but guh... just guh
Karl: Sweetie, everything's fine. I'll be leaving soon, you're making headway on the report, I talked to the lawyer, and we're gonna see P-Funk tonight.
Me: I know... my mom just has this way of being the butterfly that sets off the hurricane. Sooo fucking innocuous and harmless.. just a little comment here or there, plus a few minutes to stew and I'm fucking miserable.
Me: It's not just a "I let it get to me" thing... though I know that that's part of it.
Me: I've talked to Stephen and Wendy about this before and they agree, she has this uncanny ability to say just the right thing to make you feel as bad as possible, and the most infuriating part about it is that she doesn't seem to know that she's doing it
Karl: I know it's hard, but you gotta flush that. It's Friday of a long weekend, and you are gonna see like 30 people on a stage tonight, and I'll bet a week's pay that one of them will be wearing a diaper and just that.
