WARNING: I am in a whiny mood.
I have nothing to complain about, though, so I’ll try not to complain.
So out of nowhere during dinner David gets a call from his man-buddies, saying, “remember we were gonna jam tonight?” Oops. Nope, he’d forgotten. I told him to go ahead, dropped him off and thought about going shopping, but sitting my whiny ass in front of the laptop sounded oh-so-much-more satisfactory.
After dinner we were planning to go see X-files (I love the X-files, I really do). And we rented and started watching 21. You know, any other day I’d be glad to have time to myself, but this past week I have not wanted to be alone at all. I feel like I need constant support, someone to talk to. I feel 5 lbs heavier (probably am) because of my period. I am bloated. I am bloated and want attention. I won’t lie. I am pissed and whiny and complaining and am ready to just break down. How flipping ridiculous is this?