Test of my patience yesterday was. Talking like Yoda I appear to be.
It was a long fucking day and it still isn't over yet. I don't understand people in my field sometimes. I have never been the kind of guy who likes to work at 10pm. I started my day at one client at 7:30. Got to the other at 10, left there and went back at 4 because my other co-worker is a douche. Then he sends me emails at 10 expecting me to validate files for him. Fuck that. He gets it this morning.
Don't have much to say today. I will say while I love my daughter I will enjoy the peace and quiet once she has gone this weekend. We have a busy Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning planned, but come Sunday night, my house is mine again.
It's taken almost a year and a half, but I am really into being by myself, at least in my living space. Maybe because she's a teenager and still needs to understand what it means to be a roommate in some ways, but it's the little things that are driving me nuts.
The dishwasher is right there. It is empty, yet your dishes are in the sink. Argh.
Frustrated and cranky this morning. Didn't sleep well. Neck still hurting, worried about my brother, worried about money, it's almost the 5th which will fuck my bank account up good for 24 hours.
Fuck this...
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