Longest week ever, so step off

It's been a crummy week. Why? Oh, sorta because of that thing I'm not allowed to talk about here, the thing that occupies 90 gazillion percent of my time during the week, the thing that totally made me cry two (TWO) embarrassed tears of frustration yesterday morning after reading an email. AN EMAIL. That did not use any capital letters or boldface or ANYTHING that could be construed as YELLING but totally made me me want to curl up into a little ball and slide under my desk. (And I was ALL ALONE, so shut it.) There are some days when it doesn't matter how smart or prepared or capable or organized you are- people are still not going to GET IT.

And that's all I'm going to say about that.

On those days I tend to come home and go straight to bed. I just lie there for a few minutes until my stomach starts to growl or the TV beckons. I can usually snap out of it pretty fast, especially if there's someone one around to spew on. Last night I walked in, dropped the mail on the counter, gave Phillip a look that said "I might not feel like talking right now, but beware because the spleen? Must be vented" and Phillip gave me the look that said "Greaaaaaat", but he followed me into the bedroom anyway and patiently waited for the Eruption. Because he is wonderful. Sigh. I whined. He listened. I ranted. He listened. I plotted revenge. He listened without believing me.

And a few minutes later he cocked his head and said, "You know, it'd be a lot easier if you had a little Sims meter above your head. Then I'd know exactly what to do."

And Internet, WOULDN'T THAT BE FANTASTIC? Seriously, the whole male-female relationship thing would improve SO MUCH if guys could just SEE when you are worn out and hungry and desperately low on Fun. When I walk in the door, Phillip would take note of the floating diamond above my head ("Hmm, green, today's a good day!") and go from there ("I think I'll wait until she gets a few more Hunger bars until I ask about buying those new speakers.")

I have a lot more to say on that topic, but I'll save it for later. My energy meter is seriously low.

I'll be bringing the camera to Canada this weekend so look out for some photo essays on How To Avoid Eating Sea Cucumber and How To Take Extreme Advantage of the Beautiful Hotel Room Secured For You by Your Lovely In-Laws.

And don't forget to ask Alex...

Comments

[lee]

I bet that would be really fun, until I walked up to a girl and started chatting her up only to see floating over her head a little picture of my face with a red minus sign.

Or when I am talking to someone and looking like I am very intently thinking about their computer problem but there's a picture of a toilet floating over my head. Very distracting, that.