grr.
I had a scare the other day: I thoufght I'd lost my whole livejournal from forever! I realised that I was using the wrong log-in name. That just goes to showhow long it's been. So yeah, I've got an 11 hour shift ahead of me as 1 o'clock today (it's ten after 11 now), and jeremy and I were supposed to "celebrate" valentine's day last night because we're both working all weekend. We instead drove three hours to deliver a car to my disgruntled father.... that's another story...
anyway, the trip together wasn't bad, but by the time dad flew us back home, it was too late and I was really too tired to go out and get sushi. we started to watch serenity, and at about midnight I passed out with my head propped up on my hand. I woke up about thisry minutes ago, and I've for a very agitated taking it out my poor jeremy monkey on my back.
The first thing I did was try and get my clothes together for today, but my work clothes were NOT in the dryer. I tell jeremy I can't find them , he says with certainty that they're in the dryer. HAd i trusted him, I would be wearing dirty clothes to work.
I remember then that my clothes are in a wad in my back seat, and now I can't find my set of keys to the car. He had them last, and then he had to think about it to figure out where they were.
SO I'm storming and fussing and agitated, and when I get all of the clothes in to wash (they MIGHT be dry by the time i need to go), I sit in the living room to fume. He didn't walk in.
He's taking it personally and pouting in the bedroom.
I'm in here on the computer (I pointedly closed the door behind me) and he's still in there just sitting on the edge of the bed.
He is supposed to come and approach ME for crying out loud. HE needs to take care of my needs beforer I have to go to work and slaughter some innocents.... mutilate the corpses....
ARGH.
ANd in the back of my head, I'm telling myself that I'm over-reacting and being unfair. This freaking sucks. UGH. THe things that certain types of frutration will do to you!!!
AND we won't have any time together until next freaking weekend.
anyway, the trip together wasn't bad, but by the time dad flew us back home, it was too late and I was really too tired to go out and get sushi. we started to watch serenity, and at about midnight I passed out with my head propped up on my hand. I woke up about thisry minutes ago, and I've for a very agitated taking it out my poor jeremy monkey on my back.
The first thing I did was try and get my clothes together for today, but my work clothes were NOT in the dryer. I tell jeremy I can't find them , he says with certainty that they're in the dryer. HAd i trusted him, I would be wearing dirty clothes to work.
I remember then that my clothes are in a wad in my back seat, and now I can't find my set of keys to the car. He had them last, and then he had to think about it to figure out where they were.
SO I'm storming and fussing and agitated, and when I get all of the clothes in to wash (they MIGHT be dry by the time i need to go), I sit in the living room to fume. He didn't walk in.
He's taking it personally and pouting in the bedroom.
I'm in here on the computer (I pointedly closed the door behind me) and he's still in there just sitting on the edge of the bed.
He is supposed to come and approach ME for crying out loud. HE needs to take care of my needs beforer I have to go to work and slaughter some innocents.... mutilate the corpses....
ARGH.
ANd in the back of my head, I'm telling myself that I'm over-reacting and being unfair. This freaking sucks. UGH. THe things that certain types of frutration will do to you!!!
AND we won't have any time together until next freaking weekend.