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I'm not sure what this says about us...
Jan. 10th, 2011 03:01 amEarlier, I was complaining to Ryan that I was bored. This was hours ago, when he was still home, mind. He was watching Cops, or whatever dreadfully boring show he watches when he's home (seriously; any time of day, he knows exactly what channel is playing Cops at that time), and I was reading my Friends of Friends page on LJ. Not a particularly interesting page, since it shows only communities and people that I don't watch, but what the people that I do watch, watch. But, it updates almost every two or three minutes, so at least it's something.
This happens every Sunday, because he goes in about two hours late on Sundays. He's home for longer than I'm used to, I can't think or concentrate on anything, and I start getting irritable because the only thing in my head is fucking Cops.
Today was a bit different, though. I made my usual 8:45 announcement of boredom, and Ryan asked, in all honesty, if I wanted him to go in to work early. He's never done that before, when we weren't rowing. There have been times when, just to end an argument, he's gone to work early, but today was just weird. I was so thrown by the deviation from our normal 'script' that I had no idea how to respond. Of course, I didn't send him out early, because then he'd be bored, and it would be my fault.
I'm all packed up, the flat is cleaned and ready for the person who will be watching after the cats, and I'm bored again. So I went down to Vons and grabbed a $3.50 thing of hair dye. I'm going for a really bright strawberry blond. I very nearly took a pair of scissors to the back of my hair as well, just to get it off my neck, but I wasn't sure that I could get it in a straight enough line. So I bought hair ties instead.
I always forget how badly this stuff makes my forehead itch. I know you're not supposed to, but I do my eyebrows to match. Otherwise, I just look ridiculous, I think.
This happens every Sunday, because he goes in about two hours late on Sundays. He's home for longer than I'm used to, I can't think or concentrate on anything, and I start getting irritable because the only thing in my head is fucking Cops.
Today was a bit different, though. I made my usual 8:45 announcement of boredom, and Ryan asked, in all honesty, if I wanted him to go in to work early. He's never done that before, when we weren't rowing. There have been times when, just to end an argument, he's gone to work early, but today was just weird. I was so thrown by the deviation from our normal 'script' that I had no idea how to respond. Of course, I didn't send him out early, because then he'd be bored, and it would be my fault.
I'm all packed up, the flat is cleaned and ready for the person who will be watching after the cats, and I'm bored again. So I went down to Vons and grabbed a $3.50 thing of hair dye. I'm going for a really bright strawberry blond. I very nearly took a pair of scissors to the back of my hair as well, just to get it off my neck, but I wasn't sure that I could get it in a straight enough line. So I bought hair ties instead.
I always forget how badly this stuff makes my forehead itch. I know you're not supposed to, but I do my eyebrows to match. Otherwise, I just look ridiculous, I think.
