It's official. I need help painting. In spite of the prettiness and lots of progress, I can't take it anymore. I think I must be much older than 31 and 11/12ths because I have constant aches and pains and headaches probably induced by the fumes.
posted by awl @ 9:49 AM
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I'm serious, I think I might have it. I currently have no desire to see anyone or leave the house at all really. I'm rather pissed off that I even have to during my vacation. Skip does not suffer from agoraphobia though so I'll fight my developing phobia and take him for a walk later. My mood is generally poor these days and for some reason the sound of my lovely husband's voice makes me crazy angry. I was in a particularly bad mood this morning after a poor nights sleep and had little desire to talk to him. I was crabby and rude and thankfully the connection cut off so he did not have to suffer through more of a crappy conversation with me. A while later a FedEx truck pulls up to leave me a package. He made me a calendar with our wedding pictures, sappy quotes for each month and our important dates marked on the calendar with personal messages from him. So I cried again (I have done this a couple of times in the last few days mostly induced by stress resulting from painting or shopping for home decor items) and felt like I was perhaps the meanest, rudest person on the planet. Wait, there's more. He just called me and will most likely have to come home in May not in September as planned. I had hoped to be cruising down the Nile river and sipping tea at the foot of the sphinx in May so again I feel like the most horrible person ever for still wanting to go on my trip to Egypt.
posted by awl @ 8:31 AM
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What does a neurotic workaholic do with down time when her new husband is in "the Iraq"?
posted by awl @ 9:12 AM
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