I can't imagine why. Am I that difficult? I suppose if I can wear out my own mother with my negativity, there's a chance that even a paid professional would find dealing with me above their pay grade.
Oh, well, I'm supposed to say, "It's not me, it's her. She really did get sick two times in the last month on the day of my appointment."
When she called, though, she committed the faux pas of not using her "sick voice." Come on, if you're going to do the old calling in sick routine, at least work it. I've been around, I know how it's supposed to work.
That was going to be my distraction for the day. My one activity. Now what the hell am I supposed to do to while away the boring hours until I can go to sleep again?
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