I really just don’t have it in me right now to explain everything that’s been happening. He forgot our anniversary, over compensated to make up for it, drank when he said he wouldn’t, and that fucking kid drove me up the wall. I will be very pleased to go back to work tomorrow. One of the few nice things that happened was that he finally started work on drawing me a rose. He’s not happy with it, and quite frankly I’m sure he can do better. But it’s a first stab so I guess it’s not terrible.