Cranky

I'm pissed off. I should have just refused a shift next week - they've got me working 40 hours and I'm just not thrilled by it. All swing shifts, all check-in. Plus a grave tacked on at the end so it looks like I have 2 days off according to payroll, but I really don't. It's coming down to the fact that I don't want to work for awhile. I don't want to take a 'medical vacation' like my last ones have been. I need a sabbatical.

Our dishwasher is broken, complete with a full load of dishes inside. Yay fucking yay. Rob wants me to cook tonight on top of it. I'm like, dude, the dishwasher is broken. That's already 2 sinkfulls of dishes right there, & you want to add more to the misery? He won't wash dishes by hand because it's gross. I'm like, you put the food that was on that dish in your mouth, what's the big fucking deal?

I'm also extremely horny, but I don't want to fuck Rob. He's growing his hair out & he doesn't look good. I keep trying to convey that to him but he's determined about it. He's got Farrah Fawcett hair, which may have been ok in the 70s, but now he just looks even more dated than usual.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.