Shoulda Dun Bettah
I just don’t want to do this right now. I apologize for what will be a most disgraceful attempt at a journal entry, but I’m really not in the mood. The tiredness persists and Stephanie and I are arguing about the fact that I didn’t leave a note when I went out tonight. It’s nothing major but it’s just enough to get under my skin. I don’t want to write this right now.
Let’s skip the daily recap. I went to work. I did my work. I came home. That’s all you need to know about the daylight hours. You probably didn’t even care to know that much.
When I came home I finished up tranferring Stephanie’s and my Windows XP accounts into our new “The Clarks” account. I think I mentioned the rationale for that previously. When I was finishing that up, Tiff called and asked if I wanted to go grab a bite to eat. Since Stef was going to be eating with coworkers tonight I said yes. The only thing I’d had planned was a boring night in front of the tube watching American Idol.
Tiff and I ate at some Mexican/Chinese/American joint near UMass Lowell’s North Campus. It wasn’t bad but I’d had my supplement shake earlier and I wasn’t as hungry as I might’ve been. After dinner we trekked on over to Walmart and she looked for various scented things (bodywashes and such) that blended well together while I laughed at her. It was fun.
On the way home I realized I hadn’t left Stef a note and that she would probably be wondering what was up when she came home and saw my car there while I was noticably absent. Usually when I go out with friends they have me drive over to their house and then they drive from there. This was a change of pace. Tiff picked me up.
Anyway, Stephanie was really worried. She thought something might’ve happened to me. She even called my parents’ house to see if I was there. When I walked in the door she was at first relieved and then angered at my carelessness.
I don’t think I have to sleep on the couch or anything tonight, but I do think I better leave a note from now on.