Granny in the House!

My Tweety-Granny is staying at my humble abode...
Yup...

The Grand-lady who basically brought me up.
I love her...

Ok...
But staying in a small place does have its disadvantages...
Like...
I can't use my dressing table now because her lounge chair is in the way.
I can't blow my hair dry in my room before work because I'll wake her up.
I can't pick what to wear while throwing my 'have-tries' on the bed in frustration...
I've also lost my bed to her.

Well... it's a teeny price to pay for her company.
I don't really mind...
But...
Something else is bothering me.
In fact, I've been having too freakin much to think about.
It's driving me nuts.

Last night, while thinking about how much I had to deal with, I downed 2 cans of beer.
Now, that terrifies me.
I've never before turned to alcohol to de-stress.
In fact, when I had more to deal with, I actually, physically craved for Chivas...(yes...after the beer!)
That can't be good.

I can't even talk about my issues now.
I don't want to...
Argh...
And I had a dream that felt so so so real.
I can't stop thinking about that too.

Pooh...I don't know...
On the other hand... I think I've become more dedicated to God.
Is that a contradiction or what?!

Hm...
I need food...
Maybe I'll get me a Spring Chicken later... (Honey-glazed...sweeeeeet...)