Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I tried getting to sleep around 6, but Mark woke me right as I was drifting off (scaring the crap out of me). I finally got to sleep around 7pm. I slept until 11:30pm. I thought this was perfect as the bathroom would be done and I could shower and go to the bar, dance myself into exhaustion, take another shower and crash back into bed. But Mark was still working on the shower...and when I got up my headache worsened and I almost fell over. I figured it just wasn't meant to be, went back to my room and looked online to see if maybe Trevor was on. When I couldn't find him, I laid down, but my head was throbbing so I took 2 midrin and went back to sleep a while later.

What seemed likes minutes later, Mark came into my room. It was about 12:30am; I looked at the clock on my phone. He said that he'd messed the bathroom calking up; that he was giving up. At the time, I was groggy and the midrin had definitely kicked in. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open, which would have been great, if Mark hadn't been in the room. The light from the hall hurt my head when I did open them, so I got up and closed the door. I knew I couldn't do much for Mark so I tried to get him to come to bed with me; figuring some rest and a cuddle might help him relax, but he said that he couldn't because he was so dirty from working and not showering. Then he said he needed me to drive him to Meijer. I told him I couldn't drive; that I'd just taken some Midrin, and I can't drive when I'm on it. It's like getting your best buddy drunk and then asking him to drive you home. When I said I couldn't drive him, he said he was giving up and that I would have to finish the bathroom, and went to bed. Now...I never wanted the bathroom to be redone in the first place; I was happy with how it was. It does look a lot better now, but I didn't need it to look better, as it served my needs as is. Beyond that, I've never done the kind of work that he's been doing. I have no idea what to do next. And until it's done, we don't get to shower. Hopefully he was just exhausted and bitchy when he said that, because if it's up to me it might never get finished. I have no clue what's going on. That's like me working on a project in the kitchen that blocks the refridgerator, dishwasher and stove, not finishing it, and telling Mark it's all up to him - only it's written in a language that only I understand. It's crazy.

Anyways. I tried not to worry about that, and went back to sleep. I woke up around 3:30am. My headache is still with me, but it doesn't hurt as much as it has. I'm getting used to it being there, which I don't like. I updated a few things on my website.

While I was asleep that last time I dreamt about a scary boy-girl 3some, before waking for a minute and going back to sleep, where I dreamed about running into an old highschool classmate, and us making out and starting to do more before I woke up. What's with all the sex dreams? I think it might be because I've been extra horny lately, and haven't been able to jerk off, cause there's no shower. Blah.

   posted by Bald Jason at 04:26 AM
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