The Day From Hell

Why is it that every Wednesday seems to be The Day From Hell? Maybe it's because Dave is home all day. Now, he's home all day on Saturdays & Sundays, but the weekends never seem to be that bad. On Wednesdays, though, he either has me running my ass off doing all kinds of crap, or he's just aggravating me beyond belief.

Take yesterday, for example. I had to drop Jess at work and then find stuff to do in Keene until 10 am, at which point I had a doctor's appointment. Dave says to go to AAA and get maps and a tour book for our upcoming weekend trip to Toronto, Ontario. I sat in the car in the AAA parking lot, reading my current book ("Dance of Death," by Preston/Child) until the place opened at 8:30. By this time, after reading 18 chapters, I was practically asleep. Then I head on over to the Cheshire Medical Center, where I decide that it might be more comfy to read in the waiting room for an hour. Incredibly, they took me in right away, so I was outta there before 10. (Dr. P. says that he doubts I can go another 5 years without a total knee replacement, as the osteoarthritis is pretty severe. Until then, he wants me to think about getting these SYN VISC [sic?] injections.)

So I go home, make lunch, & Dave takes a nap. He gets up about 2:15, and wants to start going over the bills. This causes a huge fight, as I have to explain 3 times why the cable/internet bill is coming to us via email, and I also have to explain 3 times why I can't get to it, as the damn site isn't taking our username. Now, I've got PMS in the first place, so having to explain things multiple times pushes my aggravation level (not to mention blood pressure, which is also elevated in the first place) up about 500%. I finally make it through the bill session (which, normally, isn't stressful) and am getting ready to pick Jess up, when he decides that he's going food shopping with me after I get back.

Wonderful. Now I can look forward to doing my least favorite thing with someone who, at the moment, is my least favorite person. Hurrah. Jess gets in the car and irritates me right off the bat. Then I stop for cigarettes, and the damn debit card (the one I've practically begged Dave to replace) isn't working right, so I can't get his $50 cash back. I stop at the ATM & get $40, hoping that this will appease Dave. It doesn't, and we have another spat.

We finally manage to drive to Claremont, eat at McD's, and get the shopping done. When we get home, Jess comes downstairs and says to me, "Wanna watch Constantine on On-Demand?" I explain to her that I got Constantine on DVD for my birthday, but Dave ignores whatever I say, & starts bitching about how the On-Demand is off-limits. This, of course, pisses Jess off as well as me, so I start bitching about how what he said was unnecessary, if only he'd have listened to what I said.

We go to bed at 9, and I sleep the sleep of the damned, but wake up at 10:45 with horrible stomach pains. Hell, I probably have an ulcer. I'm up until 11:30, and then go back to bed, where I lie awake for hours before falling asleep again.

This is why I live for Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, & Fridays: the aggravation factor is gone for a good long time.

Hey Joe, I finished another epitaph for ya! I believe that this one applies to Doctor Franklin.

Doctor Franklin, MD
I breathed in spores
that made me ill,
and then I died -
against my will.

Okay, it's pretty short and cheesy, but they can't all be great. I actually had Oliver's done too, but I can't seem to find it. I couldn't remember the name of Jake's character until Jess refreshed my memory (it was Dante McGrammer), so it originally started: Jake the Douche Bag shot me dead, he put a bullet in my head. There's more, & I will post it here as soon as I find the damn thing.

Oh wait, I found it! (But couldn't remember Oliver's last name.)

Oliver Green
Dante McGrammer shot me dead,
he put a bullet in my head
to save me from a worser fate.
I should have ducked -
now it's too late.