It’s been a long week, we’re both tired, and now we’re fighting. Maybe it’s that I’m fighting and she’s ignoring me.  Whatever the case, just about every little thing she does is annoying me right now and she can’t understand why. I can’t explain why. Maybe I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, one of our last night’s in this place. Not because she told me to, but because I don’t want to sleep next to her right now. I don’t know what I’ll do. I do know that I’m angry and frustrated and tired and I want all of this to be over.

I want to get a new car this weekend. I don’t know if I’m going to have time. Everyone else thinks I will. I don’t. I don’t want to play the game of negotiating. I want to go in, test-drive, and if it’s a good car, I want to slap down the cash and drive it away. I don’t want to deal with any bullshit. I’m fed up with playing games. Give me what I need and give it to me now.

The plus side is that the anger has fueled me and pushed me through while I’ve cleaned the office. In truth, I probably should’ve been throwing more shit out. I don’t want my new office to look as cluttered as this one has. But, I also have a lot of sentimental stuff I’m trying to not to throw away just yet. My hope, my secret hope, is that I’ll be able to figure out a better way to arrange everything.

I think I’ll go watch the Sox play for a while.