Y3 D96

I am extremely stressed out this morning. I have to go into work and explain that I am farther behind than I thought I was on these projects. I worked a little yesterday to see if I could make up the time but it wasn't enough. This is one of the reasons I am leaving. The product is so half baked that I think I have everything figured out only to realize I am not even close.

Everyone got up late yesterday. Even after I posted I went back to bed for a while with TGF. She was having a seriously rough day yesterday. Between five days of dancing and a bad period all hitting at once, she was in no mood to move at all. We tried getting up at one point where I made her and the kid some food, we took a shower, but it was for naught. I ended up giving her a 325mg Vicodin and put her back to sleep. She ended up sleeping until almost 5:30. She was just in too much pain to do anything.

While all that was going on I was exchanging emails with my directors and co-head. I have to do music for the upcoming show and we were just discussing some logistical things. I guess I did better than I thought Saturday night because there were no evil emails or phone calls.

Meanwhile the kid and I went and ran a couple of errands - a new water bottle for the rats, and a small housewarming gift for a friend. We went over to the housewarming party around 4 and then I left briefly to check on TGF. She was finally awake and left for home around 6. She drove slow and careful and it took her almost an hour to get home. Normally this should have taken her 30 minutes.

The kid and I got home from the party around 7. They had a ton of food at the party so we didn't need to do anything for dinner. We settled in and watched two X-Files episodes. TGF called me around 8:30 and we talked until almost 11. After spending the whole day in bed, she was wide awake. What a shock. I think she was frustrated when I told her I was hanging up but I was frustrated because she spent the whole day sleeping and I just wanted to go to bed.

I also think I am just pissy because of work. I don't want to be here. It's my last week and I should be slacking but instead I am going to go full bore. Fuck it. I just don't care. There really is a part of me that wants to walk out the door right now and tell them to shove it. So close...