Warning: Pissed off and Hungry

I don’t know what it is today but I’m feeling uber pissed. There are a few factors I can think of:

1. PMS
2. The Boy

1. Aches slightly and is probably the reason why I’m more irritable today and for a week to come (I can see the FUTURE!).

2. Here’s where I list the things that The Boy has done in the past 72 hours that are making me fuming mad:

He didn’t call. We have this mini rule that the first person to go to sleep calls the other one. Inevitably its usually me but sometimes he KO’s before I do. Even if I’m as groggy as a baby on cough medicine, I use my last ounce of strength to hit my speed dial and call him. It’s courtesy, right? But now. granted he had a test to study for, he KO’s on Tuesday night and doesn’t call. Me, thinking he’s still up, I call him. no answer. I then text him a pleasant night time greeting and go to sleep – thinking he’ll call me back after he’s out of the loo. Nope. Nothing. Not even the next morning. I get extremely frustrated and refuse to call him out of irritation to scold him for not calling. He calls around 7pm Wednesday night – after a long day of forcing him out of my mind. Idiot.

He’s slow. We’re playing this online MMORPG (Last Chaos) and its ard 1am Thursday morning and I’m getting groggy and sleepy and I wanna go to bed. His character needs some accessories for something and I offer to give one of mine to him. Remember, this is 1am and I’m really tired. I’m back in the town centre and I ask him to come back to town so I can give him the stone accessory and go to bed. No reply. I wait about 2 minutes and get fed up and decide to go to him and stand in front of him till he wakes up or realises he’s being talked to. Granted, he was probably in the toilet or something. Halfway there, he finally replies and he teleports back to town. I run all the way back. Trade the stupid accessory with him, say good night and leave. I’m in no mood to talk to him, especially since he’s got a test tomorrow so I message “night” and go to sleep – sorta hoping he’ll call me.

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I have realised that I only get period pains when I’m stressed out. Like in the office, or worrying about The Boy. When I’m at home relaxing, I’m fine. That’s gonna screw up my career if I let it so I’m suffering thru it in the office right now. Don’t wanna move around too much tho.

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I think the second thing was a relapse of me being pissed over the first one. The “not-calling” thing really pushes my buttons. And it’s not the first time he’s done it. Not on purpose but omission is just as good as guilty. Especially if you have a duty to do something. (Law School’s good for something.)

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Staring into a toilet bowl of red liquid is strangely gross and fascinating at the same time. You know its blood, and you know it’s yours, but its so blended and not at all lumpy. Rather cool.

And wow, I just grossed myself out. Ew.