Oh for heaven's sake.

 Me: Mommy, I feel awful and I don't know why.
Her: Well, you're probably bored.
Me: Yeah...
Her: It's a nice, sunny day out, you should go outside.
Me: I hate outside.  I just wanna lie here and cry.
Her: What about reading?  You used to read all the time.
Me: I listened to an audiobook yesterday...
Her: You'll feel better once you have that job, watching those kids.
Me: IN LIKE TWO MONTHS.
Her: I just pray that this family will have some kind of faith and help you correct your path.
Me: Um... I did tell you that living in the city it might be easier to go to that American church thing...
Her: Well, I just hope you'll do something like that.  Maybe if you were taking better care of your spiritual side you wouldn't be so unhappy now.  You don't have any long-term goals, no wonder you're unhappy!  Daddy wants you to stop wasting time looking for temporary work in Paris and start thinking about real things, like getting a real job.
Me: But... I already talked to you about networking in Paris...
Her: Well, I'm about to go to a movie, so I have to go.  Why don't you clean your room or something?
Me: I... don't want to...
Her: I have to go, bye!

Remember when talking to my mom used to make me feel better?

I'm sorry my journal is so unnecessarily emo you guys, it's clearly a time-of-the-month thing mixed with MOR depression.  I know everything is good... I'll be fine in a few days when the Aunt Irma pain recedes...