Oh, FUCK ME.
Shoe is supposed to go back to work thursday. Thursday, he goes back into the office.
Monday, a week from today, he now must be in BILOXI FUCKING MISSISSIPPI for seven-level school.
He will have been home one day less than three weeks, and they're sending him somewhere. He missed Christmas, he missed my birthday, and now he's missing Valentine's day.
I simmer with rage.
I need visitors (and by visitors I mean someone to get drunk with on Valentine's day) or another trip somewhere, or else I will not be distracted enough to keep at bay the desire to FUCKING KILL EVERYTHING. This is THE MOST RETARDED THING EVER.
Monday, a week from today, he now must be in BILOXI FUCKING MISSISSIPPI for seven-level school.
He will have been home one day less than three weeks, and they're sending him somewhere. He missed Christmas, he missed my birthday, and now he's missing Valentine's day.
I simmer with rage.
I need visitors (and by visitors I mean someone to get drunk with on Valentine's day) or another trip somewhere, or else I will not be distracted enough to keep at bay the desire to FUCKING KILL EVERYTHING. This is THE MOST RETARDED THING EVER.