Josh just brought me the tickets. I sold them to a former co-worker for face value. She’s on her way to get them. Problem solved. Now I can go home and have a relaxing evening and take my time getting up in the morning. I love it when a plan comes together.
This one always brightens my day…
Sometimes you apparently have to unleash a little of the inner bitch in order to get the results. Lesson learned.
I got home and was over the top sweet to him, for about 5 minutes. And then I went over the top BITCH on his ass. Ah yes, that was lovely. I had to physically wrestle him to the bed to get him to shut up and listen to me. And then it was all good again. Sometimes these naughty boys just need a proper spanking to get them back in line.
I’m starting to think that the alleged un-mania of a few weeks ago might have been legit. I feel like I’ve come down, WAY DOWN, and I don’t like it one bit. Part of my nocturnal apathy may well be from the drama I’m having to endure through the day, but seriously, I think this goes deeper. The sun was out yesterday, which should have helped. But after the smack-down session and some dinner, I was completely spent. I made his sandwich and got my lunch bits ready and then flopped on the bed and passed out. Not cool.
I had a serious debate with myself this morning about the value of going to work. I was sorely tempted to just make up some ailment and stay home so that I could perhaps get something done. But no, my midwestern work ethic won out and here I am. I didn’t even bring the shawl with me. I figured there was no point, I haven’t gotten anything done with it for several days, what makes me think today would be any different? Yeah, it’s at home.
Tonight is the concert. I don’t want to go. I’m too fucking tired. I tried telling Josh this last night and he got kind of pissy with me. He argued that we both already have some time off on Friday to allow for sleeping in, and we already paid for the tickets, so why not go. BECAUSE I’M TIRED YOU IDIOT. I’m thinking right now I’d rather have a quiet night at home and some time to sleep in the next morning than go to a concert with a bunch of fucking teenagers. Call me an old fuddy duddy, I don’t really care. He told me to wait and see how I feel today. Newsflash asswipe, I’M STILL TIRED. Call me crazy, but I don’t think a night out on the town is going to make me any less tired.
I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to see how things go the rest of the day. I’m pretty fucking tired still but I seem to be keeping my shit together fairly well. He’s texted me a few times already and should be going to break soon, so as long as all that goes alright I guess it should be a decent day. I don’t have any meetings today so, in theory, I should be able to get a lot done. Here’s hoping…