Just basically unhappy. Other situations in life making me unhappy as well, and that just adds to it all.
Dianna's co-worker showed up last night, out of the blue, and had brought us groceries. Sweet, and not like we couldn't use it, but that really struck a blow to me. I'm glad I had to go to the bathroom, I didn't want to even see that.
Awakened about 2am, because the power went out and reset the clocks. Thankfully, my alarm is my cell phone. Awakened again around 3:30am by car alarms. Same alarms at 5am. Di's alarm at 6:30am. Got back to sleep about 5 minutes before my own alarm at 7:30am. So, I'm dragging, and I seem to be doing this a lot. I just don't seem to be able to stay asleep, lately.
Got here at 8:30am. It's now 8:50, and Ray hasn't said a word to me, not one. Yeah, THAT makes me feel wanted, thanks a fuckin' BUNCH. Just sit there with your headphones on and watch the Discovery Channel, ignore me, will ya? Thanks. (EDIT: oh, finally took the 'phones off and spoke to me...to tell me what work he needs done today. Yeah, good morning to you, too, fucker.)
It's days like this that I find myself on the road and think how easy it would be to let the car drift off and slam into something really solid. Yeah, happy fucking birthday, Frank.