manic monday

it happens to be monday, but every day is manic around my aunt mary. she was being ridiculous on saturday night so i ran away to stay with some friends for a couple days, but i ventured back tonight, and as soon as i walked in the door i wished that i hadn't. she's worse than before, although not as bad as i've seen her. she's got about three sewing projects going, some painting, watching a movie starring steven seagal (her supposed husband...ha!), designing me a suit (please, God, don't let her get anywhere near my clothes), looking for jobs online (but she can't even set up her own email address?), and decided that she should cook everything in the refrigerator. when i walked in she was on the phone with the mother of her son's girlfriend. she told her she was trying to get in touch with him, and that she'd been leaving him three messages a day and was just wondering where he was as he hadn't called back yet. i don't blame him. she called me at least five times yesterday and i didn't call back either. i'm glad i'm not her kid. she tells everyone i am, but i'm glad that i'm not really. now i'm going to hide in my room and pretend to be asleep and maybe she'll leave me alone. i hope. ugh...and i hope she really isn't expecting me to drive her around tomorrow. hopefully i can sneak out when she goes to sleep...if she goes to sleep...she might not...dang it... this is like working in an asylum, but i don't even get paid, and i can't go home at night because this is where i live!