Thursday, March 1, 2007

I just woke up. I only got 5 hours sleep because it was so hot in my room; ick. I'm so tired! But I have to get ready for work and stuff, and Mark wants to go the Sprint store after work today, so they can "fix" my phone, which I don't really need. When I try to go to my voicemail, it goes to a different phone #'s voicmailbox - but all I have to do is call my phone own # to get to my voicemail. I do want it taken care of, but it's not required that I do that today, when I could be getting the sleep that I was deprived of last night because Mark had the heater on.

But I'll probably go anyways...because last night Mark freaked out about me having to get the mail, and bring in some bottled water from the car that I bought us. I understand the water part...sort of. But the mail? My stomach was really upset at the time, which I told him. When it's like that I don't like to have anything touch it, so I was naked and Mark was fully clothed. But when I asked him why he didn't get the mail he said it wasn't his turn!?! Like he was in 3rd grade or something. I don't understand why it was so important for me to suffer, just to get the mail, that he could have gotten in far less time. Especially since I was planning on getting the stuff anyways; I just wanted my stomach to settle first.

So now I was getting pissed, which makes my stomach more upset...which he knows...or he would if he had a heart or a memory or some combination of the two, which he apparently had removed sometime ago. I wanted him to leave my room. But if I tell him to get out of my room, he tells me I'm being mean...so I asked him to please leave my room, without raising my voice. And then he didn't move; and what I didn't say before is I'm laying in bed and he's hunched down right on top of me...just staring at me, which I find annoying. I just wanted him out of my face. I asked him again, and pointed out that I had asked politely, and he said something like it didn't count since he didn't believe I really meant it; that I wanted him to stay, and that I really didn't mean the PLEASE part. I told him he was wrong, and that I would be very grateful if he would leave. Then he said "Please go get the mail and water. Please.", to suggest that because he was now being 'polite' I should then do it, though he was asking me to do something that would hurt me, which he could do without the same problem - or he could wait a bit and it wouldn't be a problem. UGH! I asked him to leave again, and he did, but he refused to close my door because he wanted to annoy me. I actually asked him if he could close my door (because he opened it when he came in the room) and he said no. I guess he couldn't do it because it wasn't his turn. bitch. I would have slammed the door closed, because it would have felt good after that bit of shit, but of course I can't do that, because he has this inner ear thing that makes me slamming the door "an act of violence". One time, before I even knew about this problem of his, he threatened to punch me in the face for slamming my door and refusing to apologise...for slamming my bedroom door. It's like there's this littel monster inside him that creeps out at the strangest moments, that I just can't predict.

Eventually my stomach settled, and I took a shower, got dressed, and got the mail and the water. Mark didn't thank me, and he was right there when I did it. Sometimes Mark is really, really cool. But a lot of times it's like he's a really annoying child, and I don't know what to do when he's like that. Sometimes he apologises later, and other times he doesn't. It's just really old now, and I'm sick of it.

Luke stood me up last night. He told me he'd be heading out to my place around 7pm, and that he'd give me a call. He never called, but the last time he came over he was supposed to call first and then didn't, so I thought maybe he'd do the same thimg, only he didn't. I called 3 times, but there was no answer, and I left him a message saying I wasn't going to call anymore but that I just wanted to know that he was ok. He sounded really depressed and stressed out the night before, which makes me a bit more worried that I'd otherwise be.

In the wake of Luke not being around, I watched some X-Files episodes, that my friend Pat let me borrow. They were good. And I also read more of Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets, and later I gave in and also read the first 4 chapters of the new Star Trek Enterprise book which, besides a reference to the Xindi attack on Earth on an improbable date, has been kicking ass! It's even got ties to DS9, so it's like reading a DS9/Enterprise book, which are by far my favorite Treks. I read another chapter of Harry Potter after that, before I had to turn off the heater just to stop sweating so much. It was gross.

30 days until Doctor Who.

Anyways...I need to get ready for work now.

   posted by Bald Jason at 11:52 AM
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