Itchy & Scratchy Arms
Before I say anything else, I suppose I should mention that Stef and I were getting along better this morning. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that we hardly spoke as she got ready for work and then left before me, but if that’s how the truce has to begin then so be it. The unfortunate fact of the matter is though, that even with our fight behind us, I still started the day in the foulest of moods.
And it didn’t get much better either.
Yesterday at work I was thinking this week would be great. I had a very clear plan of what I was to accomplish this week and I was working away at it. Then Stef and I had our little fight and over twenty-four hours later I’m still having a hard time shaking the aggravation it caused.
It’s almost bedtime though and I’m hoping that a good night’s rest is ahead of me and that I’ll recover some of my strength to get me through the rest of the week. As long as Stef doesn’t come home from class tonight in any sort of a mood, which I wouldn’t anticipate she would, then all will be good.
I was going to write about the fact that I get propaganda from friends on either side of the war issue and it really weirds me out. One friend will send me a picture of a soldier missing a leg standing in front of an SUV on his crutches with the headline, “He Gave His All… So That Soccer Moms Could Offroad” and another friend will send something decidedly pro-war (I can’t remember what that picture looked like or read). I do find it odd that I have friends on such opposite ends of the spectrum.
So yeah, I was going to write about that but I’m afraid the picture I got from my conservative friend might be virus-ridden because of the way its named and so I didn’t want to put it up here.