I'm mostly a disappointment to the blogosphere today, people.
I've really got nothing to say. It's been a boring 24 hours, aside from the fact that I had to work at 6 a.m. this morning, which may have put me into zombie mode. That, and The Fiance picked a fight last night that I'm still shaking my head about. Not shaking my head in disappointment. Or amazement. But rather shaking it because, WHAT? I have no idea what even occurred.
It's cool. (This is me, staring quizzically at the screen).
And because WE are stubborn, I'm not calling him. (Hi, I tried calling afterward last night to no answer. Shocking). And he's not calling me because, well, that's what he does. Not call.
So I mostly want to rip out my hair. But don't worry, I'm driving myself to OUR apartment after work to pay OUR security deposit and fill out an application for OUR apartment. Our, our, our.
Clearly if he calls later I'll let him know it's taken care of. Don't worry.
See, I wasn't mad before because, HI, I don't even know what we were arguing about. WERE we arguing? Heck if I know. But now, now that I've had an entire night AND day to stew in my own pissy-ness, you better believe I'm angry.
And for once, I did NOT pick this fight. I swear to God, (Mom). However, blogging about it has made me feel considerably better. Hallelujah. AND, I am done working in 20 minutes. Hallelujah.
And then I'll go home and read. And wait for the phone to ring. S-h-o-c-k-i-n-g.