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I really shouldn't be writing right now, I'm not in the frame of mind to not write what I oughtn't. Oh well. Kind of a bummer evening. I forgot that my work starts tonight and not next week, so I missed my first shift, which makes me feel like shit for letting people down. I just hope they let me keep my job. Wes liked his birthday cake, which was nice. But other than that, I've just felt really down tonight.
I basically only did one productive thing tonight, which was to gather all my dishes and wash them. I washed the new dishes I got at Goodwill the other day first. They're really quite nice for what I paid. After that, I went through the suite and gathered all the rest of my dishes, cups and mugs. I found all five of them, only one of which I'd actually used, all of which were dirty. So yeah. I washed them myself, knowing that any other course of action would be fruitless. They are back in my closet and on my mug tree now, where they will remain happily until I personally wish to use them. Though I may change that policy when I'm in a less bitchy mood. Also rescued my bundt pan before it could be hurled to the floor again.
I dunno. I sometimes get the feeling that I allow myself to be treated in ways that, were I to reciprocate, would earn me a screaming fit of wrath. But I could be wrong. I never doubt myself more than in these moments of small and smouldering anger. I wish Mike were still online. He's flying back to Marquette tomorrow, so he has to get up early. Very too bad. I think I would feel better if he were still around to talk to. I would go out into the suite, but I am not fit company for man nor beast right now.
Well, hopefully by the end of the weekend I'll be better. Most of this unhappiness springs from the undeniable fact that this is Friday and tomorrow is Saturday. When did I start dreading this so much?
I basically only did one productive thing tonight, which was to gather all my dishes and wash them. I washed the new dishes I got at Goodwill the other day first. They're really quite nice for what I paid. After that, I went through the suite and gathered all the rest of my dishes, cups and mugs. I found all five of them, only one of which I'd actually used, all of which were dirty. So yeah. I washed them myself, knowing that any other course of action would be fruitless. They are back in my closet and on my mug tree now, where they will remain happily until I personally wish to use them. Though I may change that policy when I'm in a less bitchy mood. Also rescued my bundt pan before it could be hurled to the floor again.
I dunno. I sometimes get the feeling that I allow myself to be treated in ways that, were I to reciprocate, would earn me a screaming fit of wrath. But I could be wrong. I never doubt myself more than in these moments of small and smouldering anger. I wish Mike were still online. He's flying back to Marquette tomorrow, so he has to get up early. Very too bad. I think I would feel better if he were still around to talk to. I would go out into the suite, but I am not fit company for man nor beast right now.
Well, hopefully by the end of the weekend I'll be better. Most of this unhappiness springs from the undeniable fact that this is Friday and tomorrow is Saturday. When did I start dreading this so much?
