fatrockstar . Strange things afoot at the Circle K (Reply)

unter_null deleted her LJ? That's so goth (at least I think it is. It's been a long time since I knew much about that).

We're still in boxes. Nothing is on the walls. I'm getting a little frustrated by it. I'm more frustrated by Garret being sick all the time. He had to recover from physical strains brought on by the move, which I expected, but then it was just one thing after another. My husband works from home due to things I typically just buck up and deal with, so it's really hard for me to be sympathetic. "Just imagine that it's a lot worse than what you think it is," he tells me. How the hell do I do that? If I imagine it worse, all I can come up with is a half-hour in the loo and abdominal cramps that make me cry. If it lasted me eight whole hours I'd be in the fucking hospital, dig? Why isn't he in the hospital?

I think there may be some environmental concerns going on here at the house. I cough a little from unknown irritants every day. I wonder if the amount of mold or spores or vermin droppings are making their way through the cracks in our ventilation system. Some of what Garret described as his "ailment" was very similar to the tummy trouble I'd been having since we moved in. I changed my diet and it went away, though. He's going to have to do the same. Right now he's complaining that there's nothing to eat in the fridge when what he really means is there's nothing he wants to eat in the fridge. After all the complaining he does about his weight there's no way I'm bringing convenience foods home. He's going to have to learn to cook. Salads aren't that tough. Really, they aren't.

I digress.

Sephora.com screwed up my order after I paid a big chunka change to have it expedited to me. My previous experience with them was that their standard service was the slowest I'd ever seen a company ship lip gloss, so I splurged. I lost two days finding time to fight traffic to the only one of five Sephora brick & mortar stores in the area that had the item in stock to exchange it. I guess it will just have to be late getting to my sister this year.

Speaking of my sister, she has disappeared. She hasn't called anybody, she hasn't written... I'm getting fucking sick and tired of people dropping out of sight because they can't own up to their stupid and completely forgivable mistakes. I'm more pissed that I don't get the consideration of a phone call than I am that someone spaced a committment. OWN YOUR FUCKING MISTAKES, KIDS. Seriously. Big or small, they're yours and yours alone. You might as well claim 'em.

I'm working pretty hard these days. I like my job a lot and can see myself advancing beyond my current position. My fingers are crossed and I'm not going to let myself get discouraged if things don't go my way. For the first time in a long time I have some hope in my career. On that note, I'm suddenly reminded that I'm in dire need of a haircut... (What's the Tess McGill quote from "Working Girl?" "If you want to be taken seriously you need serious hair" or something close).

I need to get to bed. Early to bed and early to rise makes a gal healthy, wealthy, and sleepy.