Argh

Maybe I should avoid margaritas...because with alcohol as a depressant, all I can due is stress about my current apartment situation (more to come about that later) and rail against my mother for fixing me up with anyone and everyone's nephew, son, or cousin's neighbor's coworker.  How about some standards?  How about not making me feel like I am so worthless on my own that I am better off with anyone's desperate (and completely unattractive) relative?  It makes me feel like this...