Tuesday

Well another weekend closer to Ozzfest. Not a bad weekend, all things considered. Traded shifts with one of my co-workers to attend Ozzfest, so I worked Sunday but had Monday off. Still managed to hit my friends impromptu BBQ - impromptu as I brought the burgers and dogs. And chips. And cupcakes. :) Rob decided to play hooky Monday so we hung out at my friends house and went swimming which was fun. Went to the movies after and saw War of the Worlds which was pretty good. So. Last night. We get home and I, trying to play fun, say "OK I'm ready for you to ravish me." He looks at me and says "you really are impossible." Rolls over and starts to snore almost instantly. I just don't get it. Any other man would be psyched to have a girlfriend who has "a healthy drive". But no. Not him. So then I was up until like 1:30 AM just seething. And not sleeping. Both of which do absolutely nothing to help combat my high BP. Then this morning la la la nothing wrong in his eyes "good morning I love you bla bla bla" And I'm left like WTF? SO I ask if he feels like coming back to bed. "What for?"
I give up.
Sharrie's having some serious concerns with DSIL, I feel so badly for her. Maybe drunks aren't so much fun when they wake you up at 12:45 AM to give you a mild heart attack when their cry for help goes WAY beyond a cry.
Work is eerily quiet after Friday night's fiasco. No one is saying much of anything, which concerns me a little. It's quiet. Too quiet. Except for a new fruit bat
Lemme esplain. We have this one chick at work, unkindly we have nicknamed her fruit bat - for the simple fact that she has ears that instantly pickup even the vibration of a private conversation. And she's up and out of her chair, prairie dogging over the cubicle walls to involve herself. It appears that being a fruit bat is contagious, as her next cubicle co worker who is just ODD has adopted the habit - to the point of several coworkers being ready to shout "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"
Fruit Bats aren't fun.