I vented. I vented and then I did something that I never do - I printed it. I wanted to be able to carry it and read it and show it to those that need to read it.

Somehow I don’t think I’ll be online much tonight if he reads it. There will be a LOT of talking going on, and no chance for make-up sex.

I have no idea where our money goes every month. We pay $625 for rent, drop a bit on electric and Eddie’s credit card, and suddenly we’re broke. Broke enough where our gas was turned off today, and I didn’t even know it until we went to cook dinner.

*sigh*

Bwahaha! I was just reading the 3 reviews of my site on Blogexplosion. First one scores me as 83 of 100% with the comment “nice blog” and categorized it as “delicious”, 2nd one gives it 95 of 100% (no comment), and the 3rd one categorizing it as “Great Mommy/Daddy blog”, says there’s “too much space wasted on the top”, and is “a little too self-indulgent for my tastes, though i understand it is a personal diary blog”.

This amuses me to no end, since for one thing I make no mention of children on my blog whatsoever and am childfree to the point of being nearly militant, nearly every single blog I’ve been to lately has the same similarly wasted space at the top of the page, and the whole point of a personal journal-style blog is to be self-indulgent. I’m sorry, I must’ve missed the memo stating that I had to write for the public and not for myself!

Ok, so from now on, I’ll only post things with my eager readers in mind.

Yeah, that’ll happen.

I don’t think there’s been a day recently when I haven’t wanted to just be at home curled under the blankets on the couch (or mindlessly killing things on FFXI) more than today. It’s just one of those awful days. It’s rainy, the sky is gray, and there’s just an all-around depressing feeling to the air.

Eddie’s at home cleaning. I can’t see what’s going on from here (I’ve yet to point the webcams links to the new domain), but he’s working on cleaning out the 2nd bedroom so we can eventually put his desk and computer in there, and I’ve got the wild idea that I want an elliptical trainer now, so that would be in there as well. Apparently he has the full sized couch in the living room now, but won’t show me pictures.

The fact that he’s at home cleaning out the house while I’m sitting here getting paid to surf makes me feel like a total heel. A lot of the stuff in that room is mine and is still boxed from 2 moves ago. That’s right - there’s stuff in boxes in there that was packed up when I moved out of my mother’s house in Wickford, still somewhat packed since 1998. I’m a packrat and a hoarder and a procrastinator. I’ll decide to clear out whatever is in the boxes and put it off. The crap multiplies.

So yeah, I’m annoyed at my laziness and packrattedness and hoardination behavior. Not to mention the fact that this month has been awful in terms of sales. I’ve sold 2 lines this month and nothing else, with the exception of a handful of prepaid cards. Last month wasn’t much different. February sucked because between vacation and schedule changing I was out more than I was in. The store is empty 90% of the time, and I can’t sell to people who aren’t here. I’m not going to be here much longer. *sigh*

I’m sure that if I were to get laid off/fired/terminated/downsized/whatever I could find something to do. Employment-wise I could brush up on the resume skills, maybe even pay someone to actually do a good one for me. I could also take some time to figure out exactly what I’d like to do with myself, because I’d really like to go back to school, and I’d also like to do something that I enjoy doing instead of something that pays our bills.

Yes, I’m not in a great mood, but since I haven’t killed any of the kids screaming here at work, it can’t be all that bad yet.

I can just tell that the beginning of this vacation will suck.

First of all, I got my period yesterday. While this means that I’m once again thanking the powers that be that I’m not knocked up, it also means that there will be no sex, even though Eddie will be getting home 3 hours earlier than we usually do which means 3 more hours in the with which we can use to shag link minks. Argh!

Second, my sinuses decided that today would be a wonderful day to start feeling like they’re packed full of pudding. I’m miserable. My head is stuffy, my nose is going to end up all red and raw if I don’t get some real damned tissue instead of toiletpaper, and I’m sniffling like crazy. A shower would probably clear things up a bit.

The new bed is nice. It’s a lot firmer than the old one, and is a bit bigger — Eddie’s feet don’t hang over the bottom anymore. We haven’t put it to the real test yet. He bought me a wireless keyboard yesterday and took me out to dinner because I was pissed about being on the rag for vacation, and this morning he bought me a hot chocolate from Dunkin Donuts. I was very happy.