My Single Mom Life

It's a very quiet day, still no call back though.
Like I was actually expecting one./sarcasm>
Pshaw!

I'm just hanging out, bored, waiting for deposits to go through so I can be un-broke.
It takes too long in my opinion. And another thing I don't understand, why do they wait till the middle of the night to initiate direct deposits? Why not do them during normal banking hours? It would make much more sense.
Right?

The teens will be leaving me tonight to go babysit for my sister. I'll probably go find a movie to watch and chill out by myself all night unless something comes up which it probably won't.
Everyone has plans for tomorrow night.
Either some country bar or a retro/altern/punk club.
Guess which one I'm shooting for?

I would go to the country bar if that's where everyone wanted to go. I'd buy some earplugs and sit as far away from the speakers and dance floor as possible.
Line dancing kills me. Same dance, every song, with only a slight variation in steps. An extra hand clap here, or toe step there, a heel kick here. Highly amusing to watch cuz they all think they are like stars on Solid Gold or American Bandstand ya know?
"Woo hoo! We're all in perfect sync y'all! We rock!"

I have to sit far away or else I start laughing uncontrollably and inevitably, end up getting very loud. I have also jumped up from my chair in the past, and just started dancing all crazy and fucking up the beauty of the line dance. I can't help it. I think country music plus line dancing, makes my brain do something funky and I have to either yell or do something stupid to make the bad pains stop.
I physically cringe when I hear country music.
It's not just that I hate it, I physically hurt from it. Like my stomach gets all knotted and upset, painful.
Maybe it's psychosomatic, the physical pains, but I swear it happens.
I have learned to tune it out when riding in cars with people, I can focus on the passing scenery, but in a club, I'm trapped and with the line dancing visuals, I feel myself getting sick and pained.

Ya think if I explain this to the few people that want to go there, they'll take pity on me and go to the other place? ;)

Later days