Me being irritated last night because they put on a movie i really didn't want to see, on a night when I didn't want to sit around and watch a movie, turned into me having a breakdown and totally losing it in the car in front of the store. Good times had by all.
Then I got drunk and got over it for a while. nope, no self-medication here, no way.
Oh well. Michael still seems to love me, and I'm over it. Happens.
He's so good to me.
More work drama ... I'm exhausted with work drama. I don't want to go in early tonight and deal with it, but I have to. People stirring up rumors to entertain themselves, and I work with a bunch of fucking women who are so happy to spread gossip around.
I want to see people this week ... I mean, I see people, but not often, and I hardly go out anymore. I think a bit of my discontent lately has been due to the fact that Michael and I have both been so broke, and our options are very limited by that.
but enough whine ... i go back to bed now.
