Out from under

Oh joy of joy's...yesterday is gone. Poof...out the window. I woke up foul yesterday. No, the foulness I reeked so fully of, had nothing to do with showers or chicken. My mood was horrible. I just wanted to crawl in between my sheets and hide. Just stay there until the night was back upon us, when I tend to feel out of sight, anyway. But I trudged onward. I went to work, I shopped for the V day gift for my daughter and popped enough Vitamin B Stress Complex to OD a small horse. It was a long day.

Today is a new one. I feel much better. I am guessing it is because the next V day is a whole 364 days away. Who knows what life will be like then...

Lunch Date Guy is officially a jerk. He doesn't have to go over to Iraq again. He got through to the board and won them over. I am happy for him. That's great. But I have given him the last chance to come through on his promises. This last weekend, he called. He said he wanted to invite me over to see his new house. Great...I thought. He said he would call on Sunday to set a time that day. He never called. This only adds to the many, many times he said he would call and did not. I am done waiting. I can't stand it when someone tells me they are going to do something and then don't follow through. At least call and say you can't do it. Don't just leave me hanging. My rope is too damn short to be wasting it on nothing.

So yeah...I feel better today.