Guilt

So I called my mom.

It was a ten-minute phone call.

It was ten minutes of "why haven't you called ... I thought you'd fallen off the planet ... you're working too hard ... stop doing so much ... call me more often."

Can someone just fucking shoot me?

I did finish most of the invites, and I called my relatives. One more call, and she LOOOOOVES to talk, so I'm dreading it a bit. I just really want to go to sleep.

For about a century.


The world totally hates me.