Instead of 'this is the song that never ends.'
Two words;
Yesterday SUCKED.
In fact, it's not been a pleasant three or four days. John started the weekend with me by further inforcing the fact that I am going deaf. I had the radio on, I was sitting at the computer. The radio, was not that loud, but John says he rang the door bell. I didn't hear it. I am minding my own business doing my on line thing, and he's standing in the doorway behind me so that when I finally turn around, he's standing there, and it scares the fuck out of me. I'd like to say that I have a right to be pissed at him. But I do not. But now, I can make this story public.
One day, I was home before he expected and I was in the bedroom. He came into the house, turned on Mortal Kombat, the soundtrack, and started going around the room punching the air, making little karate noises. I cracked up, for hours. So, he thinks he's gotten me back. No, I wasn't embarrassed; I was frightened.
Then he gets upset because I saw Pirates of the Carribean without him. I thought that he might do this, but really... it is just a movie. Then we go somewhere to eat and no where do they serve anything remotely tasty and vegan. I couldn't even opt for salad and mustard. This is cool, because it's all a learning experience.
Then, John leaves early on Monday morning, so that he can make it to work. I get a phone call that says, 'I'm broke down.' So, I had to take my car about 45 minutes north to go get him. Then drive back through the city, and then go to work. That sucked. And I'm not 'dealing' very well with all of this, partly because I am freaked at the thought of spending money for car repairs that should be going to my ticket to Scotland, and partly because I am hormonal. Terribly, terribly, hormonal.
And, it seemed that everyone was having a crappy day. Everyone at work, every customer.
And is it entirely evil of me to want to hock a loogie into someone's convertible when they are acting so smug?
No fears, I didn't do it. But I thought about it..... Ohhhhhh I thought about it.
So, I calm myself down at work and try to put things in perspective. Then I get home to talk to John for a bit and try to explain to him why I got frustrated that morning. Then, we go back 45 minutes north, fix the car, and drive it back here. It did fine for the trip back here, so he drove it home this morning.
We also watched K-PAX last night. Which, I hate to say this... I didn't really like it all that much.
I came home to find that John had cleaned the kitchen. That's cool. And then he fixed the bed too. Upon my prompting. Now, I've got to get a ruffle skirt for my bed because the bed was broken. I have no idea how the slats broke, or why the kept sliding off their intended ledge, but I am sure some of you can put two and two together. What I don't understand is how one board broke in half? Strange. So, I've got the 'hillbilly hookup' under my bed. aka, 6 cinderblocks those boards aren't moving, and the bed will not break, and I won't think that I've just possibly killed a cat every time the slat slides off the edge.
Just for your information, The bed used to be Susan's and it's a technical problem with the bed. It's an antique, so That always freaked me out too. The first time the slat fell, I was like OMG I just broke Susan's Grandmother's bed!!!
::freak out ::
Susan is home, she's been spending time out at Pam and Charlie's. They've got a swimming pool. I can't blame her. Plus, they are all really good friends. I've enjoyed the time alone, allthough I do feel lonely.
Well, I might catch a nap before I go to work today. Susan is in the mood for cleaning, so when I return today, I expect some type of Hurculaen feat to be accomplished. And I'm glad I'll be out of her way.
That's enough for now.
xxx