I worked far too hard on my website today. It’s after 9 p.m. now and I finally go to the living room to watch some TV. I’m laughing my head off at a really old Saturday Night Live with Martin Short and Harry Shearer doing water ballet in the Olympics and then the TV does this shit where, because my mom’s watching TV in the other room and recording two shows, I can no longer watch it. I can’t even type or explain I’m so pissed. Fucking DISH fucking network.
My fucking neck is killing me. I’ve sat at this desk and this computer all day except for the hour I fucking swam.
I took an ativan. I’m too wound up.
Jesus, it was funny.
I’ve been crabby all day. Some stupid woman decided to come into my lane with her waist belt thing and her fucking noodle and twice she got in my fucking way. I looked at the lifeguard, like WTF man! She should not be in this pool. Tell her to fucking go to the deep pool or the shallow pool, but get out of my fucking way!
And it doesn’t help me at all that my husband called me this afternoon to chit chat and help me with a question I had on my website. Then we hung up because we’re oh so civil to one another.
It’s as though he got all he wanted. He wanted to get away from me without drama, and basically he did. Did he deserve that? Fucking no. He fucking ruined my life for the time I was with him and now that I’m apart from him.
And I can’t even fucking watch a half an hour of fucking tv to laugh and unwind?
My mom and dad are fighting badly.
One of my mom’s dogs is at the ER tonight. And I like these dogs and I don’t want anything to be wrong with her.
There’s so much fucking tension here you could cut it with a fucking knife.