Monday, January 13, 2003
Today has been so blah.
I woke up feeling pretty gross, which a night of drinking will do to you. No real hangover, just kind of "out of body". Once 9:30am hit, I started to get quite a bad headache, borderline migraine. I took some Aleve and layed down for an hour and now it is slowly dissipating. I am proud of myself for staying at work and sticking through it. For awhile there, I thought that I was going to have to up and leave. Computer screens are not condusive to curing bad headaches.
But I am so relieved that it is going away. I become completely incompacitated when my head throbs.
This weekend was pretty wonderful, for the most part.
Friday, Rita and I went home and had some drinks while discovering our new Playstation 2. Thank you Angie! We had a very good time. I had talked to Paul during the work day on Friday and I was pretty furious with him when I left to go home. I called him later that afternoon and he was sounding damn miserable. So I sucked up my anger and told him to come over to my house; that I would make it better for him. By 11pm that night, he was doing much better.
On Saturday, we stayed in bed for the ENTIRE day and I had the time of my life. We laughed and talked and watched tons of tv together. The day was wonderful. I have a tendency to stay in bed, alot...but having Paul there to spend the day with me made it even better! At one point he pulls me close to him and says: "I feel so lucky to be the one person who is this close to you". It was one of the nicest things he has ever said and I haven't stopped thinking about it since the words fell out of his mouth.
He never did plan anything for me for our anniversary and at this point I think it's best that I just give up. I have had numerous talks with both Rita and Kelly about this situation and I do feel better about it. Once Paul gets a job, I am hoping he will come around. Until then, there isn't much I can do about the way he has been treating me. I am the one person he can take shit out on and I accept that responsibility. He takes my shit daily.
The kid just needs a job.
Yesterday, I came up with, what I thought was, a good idea. "Why don't we have everyone get together for mid-afternoon drinks!?!?!"
We all met at a bar called "G" and played "$25,000 Pyramid" while chugging down Vodka tonics. The night ended on a very sour note. VERY sour note. I am not going to get into it on here, but just understand that it was bad. I don't think we will be having a big get together with all of my different friends again for awhile. It just doesn't work out.
When Paul and I got home, he was trashed! Thank God he came with me when he did. I spent the night cleaning up his vomit and wondering how I let this happen again. He's got a major drinking problem.
ugh.
I ate rice and went to bed around 11:30pm.
I know this entry is complete snores, but I still have my headache looming at the back of my head and it is making it impossible for me to be any sort of a writer.
Tonight I am going over to Paul's place and he is taking care of me. He knows how I am when I get headaches this bad and he told me that he will nurse me back to health. That was pretty nice of him. We are having taco salads for dinner and I will probably settle in for some Fear Factor and Joe Millionaire. Quite an eventful evening, eh? But it's exactly what I need. A little rest and relaxation. And no drama.
And no Jen or Lisa.
That would be my perfect night.
Goodnight sweet prince.
I woke up feeling pretty gross, which a night of drinking will do to you. No real hangover, just kind of "out of body". Once 9:30am hit, I started to get quite a bad headache, borderline migraine. I took some Aleve and layed down for an hour and now it is slowly dissipating. I am proud of myself for staying at work and sticking through it. For awhile there, I thought that I was going to have to up and leave. Computer screens are not condusive to curing bad headaches.
But I am so relieved that it is going away. I become completely incompacitated when my head throbs.
This weekend was pretty wonderful, for the most part.
Friday, Rita and I went home and had some drinks while discovering our new Playstation 2. Thank you Angie! We had a very good time. I had talked to Paul during the work day on Friday and I was pretty furious with him when I left to go home. I called him later that afternoon and he was sounding damn miserable. So I sucked up my anger and told him to come over to my house; that I would make it better for him. By 11pm that night, he was doing much better.
On Saturday, we stayed in bed for the ENTIRE day and I had the time of my life. We laughed and talked and watched tons of tv together. The day was wonderful. I have a tendency to stay in bed, alot...but having Paul there to spend the day with me made it even better! At one point he pulls me close to him and says: "I feel so lucky to be the one person who is this close to you". It was one of the nicest things he has ever said and I haven't stopped thinking about it since the words fell out of his mouth.
He never did plan anything for me for our anniversary and at this point I think it's best that I just give up. I have had numerous talks with both Rita and Kelly about this situation and I do feel better about it. Once Paul gets a job, I am hoping he will come around. Until then, there isn't much I can do about the way he has been treating me. I am the one person he can take shit out on and I accept that responsibility. He takes my shit daily.
The kid just needs a job.
Yesterday, I came up with, what I thought was, a good idea. "Why don't we have everyone get together for mid-afternoon drinks!?!?!"
We all met at a bar called "G" and played "$25,000 Pyramid" while chugging down Vodka tonics. The night ended on a very sour note. VERY sour note. I am not going to get into it on here, but just understand that it was bad. I don't think we will be having a big get together with all of my different friends again for awhile. It just doesn't work out.
When Paul and I got home, he was trashed! Thank God he came with me when he did. I spent the night cleaning up his vomit and wondering how I let this happen again. He's got a major drinking problem.
ugh.
I ate rice and went to bed around 11:30pm.
I know this entry is complete snores, but I still have my headache looming at the back of my head and it is making it impossible for me to be any sort of a writer.
Tonight I am going over to Paul's place and he is taking care of me. He knows how I am when I get headaches this bad and he told me that he will nurse me back to health. That was pretty nice of him. We are having taco salads for dinner and I will probably settle in for some Fear Factor and Joe Millionaire. Quite an eventful evening, eh? But it's exactly what I need. A little rest and relaxation. And no drama.
And no Jen or Lisa.
That would be my perfect night.
Goodnight sweet prince.
