Saturday

 Feeling less suicidal this morning, which is good.

I have three essays due by Wednesday. I have made quite a good start on one of them, hopefully I can have it wrapped up by the evening.  Realistically, it should be done sooner, but I tend to work best if I put in a good hour, then take a decent break, then repeat.  The main text I am referring to is fairly pleasant to read, which makes it easier.  I just hope I am taking the right focus. It’s Property Law II.

The second essay should be easy enough, it’s on civil procedure, which is what I do in my job.

The third essay should be okay, considering the reading I have done so far. That’s the one I have the most concern about, considering I didn’t too terribly well in the first section of it (this is Torts II).

Boring.

M is being extremely distant.  Just like last time we were apart.  I know he’ll be stressed and anxious about things, but I am, too.  I just want to talk to him, I want to hear about every single aspect of his day (remember I used to complain about hearing that?).  I want to know what he had for dinner, what Ernie got up to, what Tyler is doing.  Instead I know nothing.  I get short replies, he has copped a bit of an attitude a few times about me shipping his stuff to him, about his ATM card not working, about the solution I figured out for that.  It’s like, I can’t get it right, even when it’s something I have no control over, or if it’s something I have done to try and solve a problem for him.  It’s never enough for him.  I just resent him for doing that.  How hard is it to say hi, I don’t feel like talking much today.  Instead I just get nothing, no explanation, no response to my messages, and when I do get a response, it’s negative.

It’s just no good for me.  But this isn’t all about me, so I need to respect that he’s having a freak out as well and try and give him his space. 

I went over to my job to pick up a textbook I had left there.  Went to my sister’s house on the way back, she has the flu as well.  I hung out there for an hour or so, my uncle came by to see Gerard and talk about motorbikes, and then I headed home.

Baked bean toasted sandwiches for dinner (again).  I will get back into my essays shortly, and then probably settle in with some mindless tv to fall asleep in front of.

And I thought my life was boring before.  Turns out being “single” and on a tight budget is pretty much the dullest thing ever.