Ruiner

I was having a a productive, fast-moving, feel-good day and then my wife came home and ruined it. I’m mostly over it now, but when Stephanie came home and made some remark about a check that wasn’t as big as she thought it would be, it set me off. We’ve spent most of the night not speaking and I think I’m going to sleep on the couch, not because she’s requested it or because she’s implied that I should, but because I’m hoping that in doing so I might actually get even.

It’s childish, I know. But she really fucking pissed me off. I was having a fucking brilliant day and she comes home and makes some remark and that was it. I know she didn’t mean anything by it. She’s certainly proclaimed enough times that she didn’t mean anything by it.

Anyway, I did the work thing today and there was tons to do but not so much that it drove me crazy. There was just enough to keep me busy and make the day fly by. After work I picked up copies of the two books I’ll be selling on consignment at Clarkwoods.com and after that I came home and worked out.

I was doing some work on revising the look & feel and functionality of Clarkwoods.com when Stef came home earlier than usual, thanks to minimal traffic and her actually getting out of work on time. In the other room I heard her say something about a check that wasn’t as big as she thought it would be and I immediately took it the wrong way. That was when all the fun started.

And now it’s time for bed. She’s got class tomorrow night and I would take that opportunity to go out and blow off some steam but I have to do the fucking groceries instead. Sucks to be me, huh?