Time

So. I have this thing. A pet peeve. I am chronically on time and I HATE when people are late. Hate it. Really hate it. Ten or fifteen minutes I can live with, but someone said they would come help me move and they are so far a whopping 3 hours and 40 minutes LATE....

I am ripping out my hair in frustration, and am telling myself I wont yell at them when they get here. Because they just dont *get* how much it bugs me. Its the second time theyve done it too. If someone tells me a time, they had better be there at *that time* dammit.

Lactose Intolerance,

I know blog, its been awhile. I discovered twitter and then dissapeared. Well, now I'm back, for the moment at least. Did you know I'm lactose intolerant? I didn't. Its really looking that way though. I wont go into the nitty gritty details, but lets just say that it runs in my family and i need to lay off the milk based yummyness. :(
Ugh.