Saturday, August 16, 2008

Work on Friday was fun, though I was tired. I didn't have to pick up Mark after work as he was playing Poker, and he said he'd try to get a ride home. I went home and went to bed. Woke up with my computer blaring an mp3, as Mark needed a ride, and my ringer was off - he hacked into my computer and woke me up. I was having a nightmare, and I hadn't slept very long so I was really grouchy and confused. It took me awhile to get ready and pick him up. We had to get gas on the way home. We played some Soul Calibur IV when we got home. I was so tired but found it nearly impossible to sleep. Eventually I fell asleep on my bed, with my clothes on.

I woke up at about 7:30am - from a dream in which my older sister gave birth to an alien baby, which I cared for. I worked on some projects for some friends, which took me far longer than I expected. Then I was able to sleep, far better.

Everything from this point on kind of sucks.

I woke up around 7:30, checked to see when Staples closed, and tried to get Mark to go with me, as he's supposed to have this account on which there should be $60.00 in credits for ink we returned, only he told me at the last second that he wasn't going, which pissed me off beyond the telling of it.

I ended up going by myself. I bought all the tape they had, plus all the ink that I needed. Then I went to Kroger where I got a disturbing amount of cinnimon rolls as I've fallen in love with them.

When I got home, Mark explained that he cancelled one of our credit cards, and had ordered new ones from the company. I tried to activate mine, and they wouldn't let me. Mark tried to do it, only they asked him all these memory questions, which Mark can't answer, so he asked to cancel the card instead - only they couldn't because the department that does that was closed. Ugh.

I'm going to clean the condo now. I've been bagging the trash up for like a month, and figured it was Mark's turn, so I've waited, and waited. Only he hasn't done it. There's so much trash piled up in and around the trash can that you can't even see it anymore. Well...I've reached my limit and now I get to deal with all the shit that I just assumed I wouldn't have to. It will make me feel better once it's done though. I've been doing most of the dishes too...which are piling up. And the laundry...which is piling up. It was maybe better when I didn't do these things and they weren't expected of me.

And I need to clip my fingernails. I look like one those scary 'lesbians' from girl on girl porn with the fingernails that are like 20 feet long, yet can still finger themselves without looking like they've just had an abortion...which always just frightened me. lol

I'm not in a good mood. I want to work on my room. Want to have as much of it done as I can get done with what I have now, which probably isn't much really - but still. We'll see if I can get to it. Michael was going to come over tonight, but now I'm not sure I can see people I'm so grouchy. Blah.

   posted by Bald Jason at 09:25 PM
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