I was downright cruel to Chris earlier. I was yesterday too. Typically I’m argumentative and controlling, but yesterday and today I was lethally so. Chock it up to pms’ing on top of recovering (which is going nicely aside from the sometimes constipation), or missing my mom, or whatever… there are a million reasons, and some of them are valid… but for the most part I’ve simply been a Bitch. A big, mean, awful Bitch with no clue. I just keep going and going and won’t let it die.

Bashing my head against a wall is an option, asking for help is another, letting Chris be Chris would be a good thing too… and maybe, I should take more of those pain pills they gave me… I’m not taking near the amount allowed…it’s just that I’m afraid of getting addicted, or even worse… not realizing something is wrong because I’m to doped up. My mom reassured me I’m not going to get addicted to the pills if I’m actually taking them for pain… but eh, I don’t know.

Anyways, the washer and dryer were finally installed today.. And I’m catching up on laundry. The dryer heats the house up nicely, making me mellow out some. There is a ton of laundry too. We haven’t done it for a month. I know, gross, right? I am so happy to be sleeping on clean sheets. I can’t wait to dirty them up again either.

Cripes, we haven’t had sex in over a week… I was denying because of pain for a few days, then I had surgery, and now my period is almost here. Maybe the bitchiness has to do with the dry spell!