Guess what? Now he's working at a fucking school that gets shitty cell reception. So the phone is constantly searching for a signal, therefore depleting the battery unnecessarily. So he turns it off when he goes to work. Isn't that great?! Could I POSSIBLY GET MORE ISOLATED over here??! On top of that, it hasn't been a great week for us. We had our usual circular argument about his crap all over the place again. I think I'm doing better, I think I'm doing what he wants and then he has to get a dig in during one of our stupid phone conversations yesterday. I tried to ignore it, but I got a little snippy because I am just TIRED of the whole conversation. So then he goes to work and it's silence all night. I texted him to no avail. Then I get up in the morning and leave his sleeping carcass on the couch. Is this how marriage is supposed to be? This fucking SUCKS. I really don't feel like this is healthy. Okay, enough...I'm sure I'll have an update in a few days about how we talked and blah blah blah... But will it ever get RESOLVED? Like I've said before, I see counseling in our future.
On to other shit... This week, as a whole, hasn't been too great. Monday I was stressed at work because I realized just HOW MUCH I have to do. Both for work and the side project. So I was trying to get shit done all day, hopping from one thing to the other 'til the day was finally over. Then I went to meet up with the two girls Cathy for dinner and a hang out 'cause it'd been a while again since we hung out. Lemme tell ya, trying to get to Cathy's apartment from a different direction (coming from work instead of home) is impossible. EV-ERy time I try to go to her house from work, I get lost. I thought I remembered the right way this time, until I found myself all turned around again. Thank God for cell phones, right? Well, now that you can only drive with a hands free device, I decided to pull over and call Cathy for directions from where I was. Yea. Call Cathy for the first time, start driving, get lost again, call Cathy for the second time, continue driving while she's explaining, think I know where I'm going, hang up, get lost, call for the THIRD time, start having the 'ol familiar panic attack on the phone, breathe, think I'm going the right way and hang up again, call for the FOURTH time (this time I totally freaking out behind the wheel) continue driving to where I think I'm s'posed to go, realize I'm going the wrong way again, scream in the phone to Cathy, apologize for freaking out on her, SUDDENLY REALIZE I'M GOING THE WRONG WAY ON A ONE WAY STREET, start screaming/crying, "OH MY GAWD, IT'S A ONE WAY STREET!!!!!" *BEeeeeeePPpp* *HONK* "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"....
I finally made it to Cathy's a half hour late, but alive. We had a good laugh at least. The rest of the night was nice, we ordered some yummy Italian take out, talked and played on our computers. Yes, come to find out good 'ol Cathie (the other one...hehe) has a MacBook, too! So she started showing all the fun things I can do with iMovie. She's so good at that program! It's supposedly very easy to learn, as are many things on a Mac, but I need time. I have to break down and read the 'help' instead of trying to figure it out myself. So that was fun, got home late from that and waited up for Ron. Got to say hi for about five minutes before I was dead to the world.
Tuesday was okay, I went for a nice jog, the first one I was able to go on since I wrecked my muscles snowboarding. It was great because my calves didn't hurt like I expected them to. It'd been a week since I exercised and my calves always get kinda burnie on the first jog in a while. I guess all that burning on the mountain got 'em in shape! Anyway, I got home and did my usual shit around the house, let the birds out... Well, when it was time for birdy bed, everyone complied except for Mr. not hand tamed Punkin'. Little shit flew out of the cage as I was getting ready to close the door. So I got pissed and chased his little ass around the apartment, thinking I could kinda knock 'im out of the air onto the floor and cup him in my hands. That wasn't working too well, especially when I grabbed the big birdie ladder I have and started swinging away, trying to corral him into a spot on the play gym where I could grab him. Not a good idea. In my haste, I accidentally knocked the poor guy off the back of the cage... He hit the floor stunned. GAWD I HATE THAT! It made me feel so horrible I picked him up and stood there stroking his little stunned birdy head, crying my eyes out. Then I could tell he was feeling a little better and coming to because he suddenly started biting the holy shit out of me, as he usually does when I have to restrain him. I put him back in the cage and notice that his beak was a little scratched up. I feel like such an asshole... He seems okay, but he's still kinda quiet. I'll see how he is tonight when I let them out. Fuck... Letting the birds fly free in the house is fun, but I have to remember to be careful. I hope I don't lose this one. *sigh*
Well that's about it for now. I gotta go. Oh yea, and I'm employing the new rule...when at work, I can only use the Mac to check emails/play around. No more work computer playing. I have to concentrate on work. It's okay to take a break to check email once in a while, but I think having to do it on another computer will help me to cut back some. Yea.
Time to go and pick up that prescription I tried to get Tuesday but instead of waiting ten minutes like the little bitch behind the counter said, it turned into 40 minutes and I ran outta patience. I hate errands. Fuck. Shit. Bye.
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