i must have fucking moved (see previous entry). i'm tired and grouchy and i just shouted at the cg about the shoes he's taking on his business trip. he's leaving early tomorrow and he'll be away for a few days. of course he has no idea what clothes he needs to take or whether or not they are clean. this kind of thing stresses me out. he might not care whether he's wearing brown or black shoes when he does a 90 minute presentation in front of 60 people he's never set eyes on before but for some reason i do.
i'm pissed because instead of being a nice person, i'm niggled that lizzie is pregnant again without even trying and i'm pissed that the contractor keeps avoiding saying that the work will definitely be done by the beginning of september (ie when my sister arrives).
i'm a perfectionist and i don't handle imperfection very well which can get a little tiring since nothing is ever perfect.
9:28 p.m. - June 28, 2006
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