John Doe in The Crimson Permanent Assurance

...I just want the John I know." Those are song lyrics by the way. I'm kinda obsessed with that song lately.

Tim cleaned the kitchen today after I apparently looked like I was totally over Everything when I woke up at 2pm. I had 10 hrs of overtime this week, and I was seriously pissed off to wake up to a dirty house this afternoon. I did not go Full Bitch Mode though, I maintained a pleasant attitude and asked Tim to please, if anything, sweep the house. I've been the only person to sweep the floors in months because I HATE walking around on dirty floors in bare feet. So, guess what didn't happen? Also, he's had this mess of tools and parts and shit sitting out on the table of the dining room for weeks and I told him it was stressing me out. It's still there. I have reasons to drink, friends, and it's all about not yelling at Tim constantly for not caring. Because I made that promise two years ago to save my marriage. Whatever, pour me another drink. In his defense, he hasn't criticized my drinking at all, ever. I think he knows. But, whatever, out of fucks to give about anything.

Now that my promotion has gone through and everything is fixed pay wise, I feel like the bar of standard has gotten higher, for work, even though that is a self-imposed bar. I am kicking ass and taking names at work. No one really notices, but I'm proud of myself anyway.

It's Saturday night so I am already one drink into my night. Tomorrow is Mothers Day and I have no expectations of the day other than to be allowed to sleep until I wake up and then NOT have to do anything to celebrate Tim's mom in any way. I am so glad that I have two four day weeks ahead of me. I deserve it. Peace out.