Cranky Bear(s)
A lot of things happened yesterday. First thing in the morning, I fixed (of course) pancakes (today she wants French toast). We had to wake Trish up early 'cause the appliance guys were bringing in our new washing machine. Trish walked to work (she's thinking up excuses not to drive) & then the guy said that we needed to call a plumber, that the hot water hose wouldn't connect. Trish called home from work when she arrived, & this stressed her out, as she doesn't really respond well to negative things.
When I checked my mail, I discovered a form letter from Albert Zuckerman, who then dared to include a flyer for his book. Does this really make sense? I'm going to tell you I'm not accepting new clients, but I want you to read my book anyway?
I'd been working hard on the latest draft of my novel, then this happened. Since the appliance guys were gone, I called Perky Pam & asked if I could have my 1/2 shot that morning, rather than waiting for the afternoon. She agreed, so I walked over to the Layout & got a spike into my vein. Downstairs was closed, & I didn't feel like hanging around the Soup Kitchen, so I had a TV dinner & watched Heavy Metal, then a couple episodes of TNG, even though I sat on the porch thru-out most of one, waiting for Trish.
When she came home she only wanted a peanut butter sandwich for lunch; then it took her an hour to eat it. We watched the next TNG episode together while she ate her paucity of food.
Since the appliance guys had found that the back door hinges had some missing screws, I called Friendly Fred to see if he could help come up with replacements, but also largely wanted to play our instruments. Trish asked to talk to him, then demanded a ride up to the Clinic Thursday morning. When he responded, "I'm not a taxi," I told her that he isn't, indeed, one, & that she should've asked Car-girl first, as that's what her car is for.
Trish immediately turned into Cranky Bear, then called me Cranky Bear when I raised my voice back at her. She whined until suppertime, though Car-girl helped her talk out some of her frustrations.
We had steak for supper. Last time, it came out a little rare, so I moved the broiler pan closer to the heating element, which activated the smoke alarm & didn't leave our meat well enough done, anyway.
We went down in the basement, so we could monitor the progress of the washing machine. While she used it Trish put her Britney Spears in. Trish is always putting her Britney Spears in, & I try to be accomodating, even though I don't really care for her. I asked if we would be watching Dark Angel, like usual Monday nights. She turned into Cranky Bear, so I had to tell her I'd record the entire marathon, not just one episode. Then she asked if I wanted to watch Beavis & Butt-Head Do America, but got all Cranky Bear over that, too, when I asked her to put it in, rather than watch Britney Spears.
She accused me of being Cranky Bear myself. Even though, still, like yeah, fuck Scientology, I've noticed some irritability on my part since starting the Abilify. The pharmacist said that it should go away, given a couple weeks. Plus I was upset about the goddamn form letter. Trish's acting out doesn't help, & I hope our marriage can survive, if we both continue to be Cranky Bear.
I also hope this doesn't destroy our friendship with Fred. I can understand his frustration with Trish, but on top of it all, he's frustrating to deal with himself, like when he tried to punch in the TV channels manually & couldn't figure out the remote, not that the tech helped any.
Today, I woke up at 6:00. A few minutes earlier, actually. I made a blend of decaf & regular coffee -- Doc Larocque is trying to decaffeinate Trish -- then set to work on the computer. I'm looking forward to a 99 cent buffet at Pizza Hut with my TA, then having Jeffer Auss over to finally fix my rear speakers. He put the L-pad in wrong when he wired up these homemade things. I've had to go without surround sound for a couple weeks now.
I'm hoping that Trish's meds will kick in, soon. Last night she claimed Fred was "making her suicidal". She really lets the car stress her out too much. Were it not for the copper jitters she'd be driving up to the Clinic on Thursday on her own. Fortunately, Car-girl will be giving her some more driving lessons before winter hits.
I love my Bumble Bee Girl, even when we're both Cranky Bear. I just hope that the med changes will help us both & FUCK SCIENTOLOGY!
When I checked my mail, I discovered a form letter from Albert Zuckerman, who then dared to include a flyer for his book. Does this really make sense? I'm going to tell you I'm not accepting new clients, but I want you to read my book anyway?
I'd been working hard on the latest draft of my novel, then this happened. Since the appliance guys were gone, I called Perky Pam & asked if I could have my 1/2 shot that morning, rather than waiting for the afternoon. She agreed, so I walked over to the Layout & got a spike into my vein. Downstairs was closed, & I didn't feel like hanging around the Soup Kitchen, so I had a TV dinner & watched Heavy Metal, then a couple episodes of TNG, even though I sat on the porch thru-out most of one, waiting for Trish.
When she came home she only wanted a peanut butter sandwich for lunch; then it took her an hour to eat it. We watched the next TNG episode together while she ate her paucity of food.
Since the appliance guys had found that the back door hinges had some missing screws, I called Friendly Fred to see if he could help come up with replacements, but also largely wanted to play our instruments. Trish asked to talk to him, then demanded a ride up to the Clinic Thursday morning. When he responded, "I'm not a taxi," I told her that he isn't, indeed, one, & that she should've asked Car-girl first, as that's what her car is for.
Trish immediately turned into Cranky Bear, then called me Cranky Bear when I raised my voice back at her. She whined until suppertime, though Car-girl helped her talk out some of her frustrations.
We had steak for supper. Last time, it came out a little rare, so I moved the broiler pan closer to the heating element, which activated the smoke alarm & didn't leave our meat well enough done, anyway.
We went down in the basement, so we could monitor the progress of the washing machine. While she used it Trish put her Britney Spears in. Trish is always putting her Britney Spears in, & I try to be accomodating, even though I don't really care for her. I asked if we would be watching Dark Angel, like usual Monday nights. She turned into Cranky Bear, so I had to tell her I'd record the entire marathon, not just one episode. Then she asked if I wanted to watch Beavis & Butt-Head Do America, but got all Cranky Bear over that, too, when I asked her to put it in, rather than watch Britney Spears.
She accused me of being Cranky Bear myself. Even though, still, like yeah, fuck Scientology, I've noticed some irritability on my part since starting the Abilify. The pharmacist said that it should go away, given a couple weeks. Plus I was upset about the goddamn form letter. Trish's acting out doesn't help, & I hope our marriage can survive, if we both continue to be Cranky Bear.
I also hope this doesn't destroy our friendship with Fred. I can understand his frustration with Trish, but on top of it all, he's frustrating to deal with himself, like when he tried to punch in the TV channels manually & couldn't figure out the remote, not that the tech helped any.
Today, I woke up at 6:00. A few minutes earlier, actually. I made a blend of decaf & regular coffee -- Doc Larocque is trying to decaffeinate Trish -- then set to work on the computer. I'm looking forward to a 99 cent buffet at Pizza Hut with my TA, then having Jeffer Auss over to finally fix my rear speakers. He put the L-pad in wrong when he wired up these homemade things. I've had to go without surround sound for a couple weeks now.
I'm hoping that Trish's meds will kick in, soon. Last night she claimed Fred was "making her suicidal". She really lets the car stress her out too much. Were it not for the copper jitters she'd be driving up to the Clinic on Thursday on her own. Fortunately, Car-girl will be giving her some more driving lessons before winter hits.
I love my Bumble Bee Girl, even when we're both Cranky Bear. I just hope that the med changes will help us both & FUCK SCIENTOLOGY!
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