I finally went to the doctors today and he gave me the results. Massive sinus infection AND ear infection. So now I'm taking three types of medications (including Penicillin) to try and get rid of this. I'm miserable, nauseous, light headed and DO NOT want to deal with anything.

That being said I was in the store waiting for my prescription to be filled and I hear this constant beeping sound. I turn around and some woman put her child in one of those grocery carts in the shape of a race car so the little rugrats can feel like their driving while you shop. Whatever moron thought it would be a *cute* idea to add a horn should be taken out back and beaten. Daily... Anyway, after a minute or so of this kid banging on the horn every two seconds I flash a look to the oblivious mother. She smiles and says, "He's four. It's cute!" I scowl and say, "Maybe now. In fourteen years if he does it he'll get his ass kicked. Probably by me." She hurried away, glancing back as if I offered to eat the little fucker. Yeah... I'm not in the mood.

People are so fucking stupid. Seriously. When the sun is coming up it's time to flip down the visor. How hard is that? Every morning I make the turn on the 405 South by Hughes Parkway and it comes to a halt. Not because of traffic either... but because every moron driving can't seem to get the grasp of pulling the visor down so they can see when the sun light limits the view. We make the next curve and traffic flies once again. This morning was particularly bad and traffic came to a stop. A pretty sudden one at that. I had to hit my breaks pretty hard, but not enough to panic. That's until I heard the screeching. I looked into the rearview mirror to see some bimbo with a terrified look on her face barreling down on me in her Nissan Sentra. I quickly looked to my left and thanked G-d there wasn't anyone in the carpool lane. I swerved just in time to see her come to a complete stop... beside me. Muther fucker. I was so busy swallowing my heart I couldn't even cuss her out. I was still shaking when I got to work. So yeah... I seriously am counting my blessings today.

On Friday Jake started talking about getting a bookshelf for all his books that he has lying around and in a big ole box in the closet. After fretting about where we would put it I remembered that Cat helped re-design a house before using her Sims program. I called her up and asked if she could help. Within minutes I was being sent different options on where to place all of our furniture. Here's the current design and the one we chose. She even offered to come over and help with Mark so we could get all the heavy furniture moved. I cannot even begin to say how much I appreciate all that they have done for us. Besides being tired Mark still said yes and within a few hours we had everything in place.

The next day it was back to Hell. Ikea-Hell, that is. I cannot even start to talk about how much Burbank is like the fifth ring of Hell for us. Especially at that fucking store. The people are pushy, cranky and it's almost like war in the pick up area. After returning the extra flooring for a 200 dollar credit (yay!) we ventured our way back into the bowels of Ikea to look for a bookshelf. Jake wanted to high tail it out of there but I said no. I'll be damned if I was going to make another trip to this place... EVER (unless Cat or Mark needed something). We found a decent one and bolted for the door. After paying for the bookcase Cat suggested we head over to Islands for dinner. Since they knew where it was I waited for them to get their car. I thought I saw them and pulled out of my space (big mistake). When I realized it wasn't them I pulled to the side and hit the hazard lights and waited. Some complete idiot pulled up behind us and started flashing his lights. I rolled down my window and waived him on... nothing. He just sat there. He yelled something and I yelled back, "Don't you know how to go the fuck around!" With that I gave up and headed for the entrance... with the idiot in tow. He followed us all the way around the corner before parking and jumping out of his car. He slammed his door, stomped to the passenger side, opened and slammed that door too. It was... odd. We made it to the restaurant and tried to cool down while Mark laughed about how we manage to get the biggest idiots to deal with. We're lucky like that. :/

I am annoyed. We have some city workers outside our window... Who have yet to do ANYTHING. Seriously... I don't even know what they're there for. They pulled up around 8AM and immediately started laughing/talking loudly. I finally put the covers and a pillow over my head to drown out the sounds. I woke up at 10AM and they were STILL jabbering away. I peeked out the window to see three guys, two leaning back in some work truck, chatting like its Miller Time. Bastards...