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I’m about at the end of my rope with humanity.  I realize it’s Monday.  I realize I didn’t sleep well because of terrible nightmares.  I realize Josh is not known for being a decent human being.  But why for the love of all that is holy is all of this bullshit happening at once???

I got maybe 3 hours of sleep last night.  I started having nightmares early on and continued until around 2:30.  I’ve trained my brain to wake up when that shit gets too bad, so I woke up and laid awake until Josh’s alarm started going off at 4:30.  I got up when he did and tried to shake the cobwebs from my brain.  I told him I hadn’t slept well because of the dreams.  He left for work.

When he got to work and started texting me he started right in on having sex tonight.  We’re talking like the very first message after the one telling me he’d arrived he started this shit.  It’s continued all goddamn morning.

I had a customer call with a problem.  I couldn’t get into her course right away because she’s tied to about 100 of them.  She told me what she thought had happened and that she’d call back after class.  Come to find that she brought the problem on herself by her own stupidity.  She called back, I told her what she’d done, she asked to come over.  Fifteen minutes later I call the other office – she’s there.  I told them what she’d done and they took care of her.  So fucking stupid.

Josh called at lunch.  More with the sex.  I finally asked him what the big fucking deal was and why he felt it necessary to start in on me first thing.  “I thought it would help make you feel better.”  SERIOUSLY?  Oh yeah, nothing makes a bad day better than being fucked into a good mood.  And then he asked me about the nightmares!  I’ve spent the better part of the last 8 hours trying to repress that shit, but by all means, let’s drag it up so I can be traumatized some more.

And my tooth still hurts.  Actually I guess I should say my mouth still hurts.  A tooth a few spots up from the one they worked on is still super sensitive to hot and cold.  I’ve called and gotten an appointment for 3pm this afternoon.  I have no idea what this means but I’m miserable.  I can’t really chew on that side of my mouth and any time something hot or cold touches that area I want to scream.

So really, if anyone out there cares about me, get a sniper to take me out this afternoon.  Pretty please?