i know i'm at the end of my rope...
Sep. 27th, 2013 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boogieshoesi'm excessively cranky this friday, and i'm not at that time of the month. i'm irritable, and i'm irritated, in a very physical fashion, by just about everything. the roomie hid my purse in my room because he doesn't trust the people coming over to get the rocks in my front yard not to try to get it. perfectly good reason, but it managed to hit all my buttons today when i came home. and it wasn't so much that he moved my purse, it was that my purse WASN'T WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE! it was an unanticipated change in my environment and i reacted much worse than i usually do.
fortunately, he wasn't home to bear the brunt of it.
i've had a lot of changes this week, and most of i could neither anticipate or control: time zone changes as i came back from europe, both cars in the shop, for pricey issues, getting sick yesterday, and then on the way home, my car died *again*. every time i turned around at work this past week, seemed like i was getting a call, and couldn't get anything done. and wed evening, my roomie turned off my alarm clock again, because it 'weirds him out'. i hate it when he does that.
right now, i want to watch my dvds, and i'm just about ready to roll roomie's big tv in the LR back to the guest bedroom, where it'd take up a hell of a lot of space, because neither of us can figure out how to get it to allow the signal from the vcr through. and he swears it wasn't set up this way the last time he did it, but it was.
and i can tell i'm at the end of my rope because i have this urge to scrub with the pumice stone in the shower until my skin is bloody, and i just took a bath on Thursday. that's the big thing: i can tell how stressed out i am because i want to scrub every inch of my skin off, because i don't feel clean. and i don't feel clean because the normal things in my environment are irritating me like a physical itch.
i kind of feel like i'm feeling sorry for myself, but mostly i feel like i need to get this off my chest.
-bs
fortunately, he wasn't home to bear the brunt of it.
i've had a lot of changes this week, and most of i could neither anticipate or control: time zone changes as i came back from europe, both cars in the shop, for pricey issues, getting sick yesterday, and then on the way home, my car died *again*. every time i turned around at work this past week, seemed like i was getting a call, and couldn't get anything done. and wed evening, my roomie turned off my alarm clock again, because it 'weirds him out'. i hate it when he does that.
right now, i want to watch my dvds, and i'm just about ready to roll roomie's big tv in the LR back to the guest bedroom, where it'd take up a hell of a lot of space, because neither of us can figure out how to get it to allow the signal from the vcr through. and he swears it wasn't set up this way the last time he did it, but it was.
and i can tell i'm at the end of my rope because i have this urge to scrub with the pumice stone in the shower until my skin is bloody, and i just took a bath on Thursday. that's the big thing: i can tell how stressed out i am because i want to scrub every inch of my skin off, because i don't feel clean. and i don't feel clean because the normal things in my environment are irritating me like a physical itch.
i kind of feel like i'm feeling sorry for myself, but mostly i feel like i need to get this off my chest.
-bs
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Date: 2013-09-28 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-28 11:38 am (UTC)thanks, sweetie. :)
-bs