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.

To the nasty-ass twunt in the ladies room, I find it abso-fucking-lutely hysterical that you told me that “this damned store should hire someone to clean the bathrooms because this place is disgusting,” yet left the toilet seat covered in pee. Maybe if jackasses like you actually cleaned up after themselves the place wouldn’t be so nasty in there.