Well today's been pretty ... it's been a day.
The most eventful thing was being assaulted by one of the ladies I work with. That sucked. She's not here tonight, which is good because I wouldn't be able to sleep if she was.
Earlier pop called me to tell me he'd called his brother to talk to him about me and see if it was okay for me to come to Tembre's wedding next month. Apparently wade brought in pop's divorce to push pop's buttons, and was blaming my mom and all sorts of ridiculous nonsense for me being trans. He claimed he'd pass my number on to Tembre, but wouldn't give pop her contact info and I doubt I'd hear from her if it was up to him. So now I'm trying to contact her or one of her sisters, and pop thinks his sister might have her contact info, too.
I'm really hoping my hand isn't too messed up to be able to do crossfit again tomorrow.
Oh, yeah, I went to my first crossfit class yesterday and it kicked my butt, but it was awesome.
I don't even remember my hand getting hit. I do remember my head getting hit. There's sore bumps but nothing too bad. My cheek's a little bruised. My hand is what I'm worried about. Not broken, just a little swollen and sore.
I want to go home and see my family. Why is my uncle a dirtbag?