and so it begins....

Dave didn't do shit today but yet he is totally a blob and in bed. Its 10:30 and he doesn't have to work tomorrow. Man, my life is one ball of excitement. I usually blow it off when he is like this because I figure he is just worn down from work. Not this time, he doesn't have any work to be stressed over. Just pisses me off that he is so bored that he just is a bump on a log, he's rather hide upstairs in bed watching basketball than hang out with me. Boy, I feel wanted. He better have some oomph tomorrow or I'll lose it on his ass. Honeymoon is over again. Why does he look at me like I'm from another planet half the time? He just looks at me like I should shut up and he doesn't give a shit what I'm talking about. It makes me nuts because I feel like he doesn't care what I have to say. Guess I've just done my own therapy. Maybe he doesn't care. Go figure...

Oh and give me the remote!!!