Somehow I don’t think that this weekend is going to be very good here at home.

I’m battling a cough that tends to show up just as we get comfortable in bed or on the couch or, even worse, in the middle of the night. The night before last, Eddie went out and slept on the couch because I wouldn’t stop, and so last night I went out and slept in the living room at the first sign of coughing. He gets annoyed about this (or so I’m made to feel anyway). I feel like I’m fucked either way, because regardless of which one of us sleeps out in the living room, one of us is going to be pissed off; he’s pissed because I can’t just turn the coughing off and nothing helps it, I’m pissed because I don’t feel like he should have to sleep on the couch because of my problems, not to mention the fact that he’s a foot taller than me and it isn’t entirely comfortable out here.

Eddie doesn’t feel good today, which means that he’s snarky at me for no good reason whatsoever. I’m off my meds and trying to adjust to actually responding rationally to him being bitchy towards me, thus I snark right back at him (even if I think I had every right to do so). I’m not tired, and he is, so I’m essentially alone while he sleeps, having to keep quiet so as not to wake him up out here.

We’re fighting over the iPod because I have maybe 15 CDs that I really like compared to his 300 or so in the cases, and he doesn’t seem to like anything that I want to put on it, but I lost 3gb of MP3s during the move last summer when my external drive died, so none of my music is really getting put on it unless I want to download all of my stuff all over again and import it all over again. And yet I’m told, “Can you at least put some music on it that I like too?” I’m sorry, but aside from experimenting with importing some FFXI MP3s (which I deleted afterward), it’s all stuff he likes, because it’s all his CDs that I’m importing. His Tenacious D, his Tragically Hip anthology, his Spice Girls, Bif Naked and Brittany Spears… there’s maybe 2-3 songs on each CD that I actually like enough to listen to.

And this is all petty shit, I realize, but it’s my petty shit, and if I want to sulk about it, then I will.

It is really too fucking hot today. Even with the a/c on high in the spare room and all the windows in here closed, this room isn’t getting as cool as it has been.

Back to work.

3 weeks left.

It’s a boring day, and I’ve done very little. Sounds just like last weekend, eh?

Eddie and I had a fight this morning because he stumbled a bit on the floor, making some sort of noise, and I asked if he was ok. He shot off his mouth about how unless he was yelling, he was fine, which he says now and then when I ask if he’s ok if he trips or bangs his foot into something. Because when your significant other has been spending the better half of the last week walking around hunched over and shuffling his feet like he’s twice his age, it’s unnatural to check to see if he’s ok, especially when it seems as though the slightest movement makes him wince. I told him fine, I just wouldn’t give a fuck anymore. Mind you, he does the exact same thing when I trip/stumble/bang into something, and I’ve told him the same thing once, and not to mention the fact that if I leave my seat to get a drink or take a piss he’s asking me where I’m going, as though I may have just suddenly decided to pack my bags and move out.

I spent part of the morning making monkeys. There’s 2 set up on my sewing machine and ready to be stuffed, and I’ll probably make at least 1 more tomorrow. At that point I’ll stuff them all, and assemble them on Monday, and hopefully be able to ship them out this week.

Eddie and I each cooked our own lunches today. He made soup and I made myself some egg noodles with butter and garlic and parmesean cheese. Tonight we’re having popcorn chicken with hot sauce and bleu cheese dressing, and at some point tonight is the Patriots game.

I’ve been in a completely foul mood the past couple of days. I don’t know why. I’m stressing about money and school (I’ve only got another couple of months), I haven’t changed anything in my life in months and yet suddenly my leg is absorbing more bodily fluids than an informercial chamois mop and left me without a shin again (although I still have an ankle and can see the footbones/veins). I’m tired, and hafta get up early 3 mornings out of 5 next week because Eddie’s getting overtime again and there’s no way we can refuse it because the money is needed so badly right now. And there’s still a discussion to be had regarding one present that I asked for for Christmas that hasn’t been seen yet.

I’ve got 6 or 7 sockmonkeys to make this week - a long-time friend bought 5 last night. Eddie wants a tiny one for his keychain for a birthday present, but since I’m not working this week, if he wants it he needs to buy the socks for it himself.

In other news, I’m going absolutely crazy, and have been on a 3-day crying jag for the most retarded reasons ever, none of which involve bad movies or long distance commercials, and none of which I’ll get into on here. Suffice to say that life in Casa McBride has been rather strained lately, and I feel very bad for Eddie. The poor guy is trying to help fix things and I’m being a royal bitch to him. I’m hoping that he gets out of work a bit early today (I don’t know why they’d have a problem since they’d be saving themselves money).