Eh
It is Thursday and my work week is complete. I am free tomorrow and I fully intend to enjoy the long weekend. I have some running around to do, but that should conclude my endless list of "things I must do, but have been avoiding for the past 8 months". Fear not, a new list is forthcoming and will be properly ignored.
I have been in a foul mood for the past two days. I ignore the cause, but it’s getting old. Lately I’ve been feeling overwhelmed, whether I am or not, that is a completely different matter. I have to make phonecalls for my mother, because no one can understand her on the phone. One call is usually never enough. I grow increasingly frustrated as she adds one thing she forgot to mention. And sometimes I just misunderstand. Either way, I feel horrible for hating the situation. She’s alive and that’s all that matters. Or it would be, if I weren’t so selfish, I guess. And then there’s Ben who doesn’t speak Italian and who, willing or unwilling, has poop for brains when it comes to keeping after things. I assigned him 1 task: fill out our overseas voting registration forms. The entire wellbeing of quite a large country rests in our hands, but that has made no difference so far. The forms are still sitting quietly and nicely next to his keyboard. I am fully aware of how easy it would be to fill out an envelope and send them myself, but I am tired. I might sneak mine out anyway, but oy vey! How does one teach someone to be responsible? Is it because I’m here? Or would he be as useless without me? I love him to tiny bits with sprinkles on top, but there are just things I don’t get. I try to keep him updated on what’s going on, but his filter is too thick for me to get through. And yet, he has the nerve to say I don’t tell him things. Every time. Gah! And when he forgets things that are important to me (dr appts or the such), it just drives me up the wall and makes me feel so alone. It’s this cosmic loneliness that keeps pestering me. Boo!
We went to Massive Attack’s concert last Saturday and it was awesome. I had to shush people left and right, because apparently paying money to see an awesome band is no deterrent to idiots. Three different couples, pissy and annoying, just talking talking talking. I had to get all wench with a vengeance and tell them to shut the heck up. I didn’t get beat up, so yay! On the way out, I got us hopelessly lost trying to find our scooter, but after much walking (and almost being run over by the band), we found it. It was an awesome night. I enjoyed it muchly. Tomorrow we’re sitting outside the Auditorium and listening to Bjork. We already sat outside Sigur Ros and figured out it is as good as having paid crazy amts of money for a ticket. So off we go. And for now off I go.