Slept like utter shit last night. Tossed and turned. B was too awake to sleep which meant every time I tried to fall asleep she would say something and wake me back up. She, like a lot of women I have dealt with, have this horrible habit of waiting until you get into to bed to bring things up. Not always bad things mind you, but they want to talk. When I get into bed I either want to fuck or sleep. You want to talk? Do it when I am awake and not trying to sleep dammit. Just because your brain won't shut down doesn't mean mine is paying attention. Drives me nuts.
Got up late yesterday. Real late. Made waffle sticks. Hung around. Wanted to kill the kid and KBF once again. I wish I could keep track of the number of days they spend hanging around here versus his house. I have a feeling it would be grossly out of alignment.. Go, go to his place for a while. Or better yet - FIND YOUR OWN PLACE DAMMIT. They have been dragging their feet for months. DO SOMETHING. If they don't find a place soon I am having a talk with her. One that will end in tears but I have to have it.
Around 4 we went out to try and find a couple of props for our show which means we went to the thrift store. Didn't find anything but at least we got out of the house. B treated for dinner at In-N-Out which was okay. I wasn't in the mood for it, but she was and she was paying. Got home, watched some Who and then attempted to go to bed. See above for success rate.
Training all week. Thursday and Friday I start class at 5:30 which will be fun. But it's a full week which means no one can bother me.
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