Broken Doll

Overall, things are going well, so why do I get home from work in such a pissy mood all the time lately?

I want my super-cool computer to finally be fully set up, to work, to have software, and be fecking usable already.

I want David to commit to some sort of schedule this week.  I’ve got a ton of other crap I can do around him, but I can’t schedule it around him if I don’t know when “him” is!  I want him to return my calls.  (Okay, to be fair, he’s been a lot better about this, and it’s only this week, really, where he’s reverted, but it’s pissing me off.  All out of proportion.)

My cat whines when he wants attention.  Good lord I hate that.

I need my damn files!  I need the stuff from my old hard drive!  I need to be able to record my financial transactions on my checkbook spreadsheet already!  It’s been weeks and I have no idea where my money is going!!

aaaggggghhhhhhhh!!!