pms for men

there was nothing particularly different about today than was yesterday. i just feel off. i woke up late and from then off, i've been just floating.

my life is work, dog, work, dog, eat, sleep.

mom mode has me. that's what i keep telling people. i'm not human anymore, i'm a mom. i've got the terrible R disease. Responsibility.

Yeah. if i had it all to do over, i think i would never have gotten pets at all. of course, if i had it all to do over, i probably would have ended up a whore in new york. but that's a different story. heh.

tonight, eric is coming over to try and fix our phone line. for some reason, the reception in the bedroom is very bad. we can hardly hear people talking on the other line.

today i came home to a pissed off jeremy. he had a bad day with the dog this evening. apparently she was being bad. and then he got pissed off about the hamburger patties being still frozen even though they've been defrosting for hours. and after he was done bitching about that, he went on to bitch about how his new george foreman rotisserie grill doesn't fit enough patties at one time. i simply went to the kennel after that and went running with the dog. if jerms was a woman, most people would be like "yeah, PMS!" but because it was a man whining and groaning, it's serious.

whatever.