Then the weekend.
I’m very, very tired.
Been argued with, ignored, taken for granted, or taken advantage of this week. Can’t do much about any of them, except get a thicker skin I suppose, but damn, they sting. Weird, there was a time in my life when I would have simply said, “Eh, fuck it” and gone along my merry way.
Have to go sit with Heather a bit. She spent the afternoon in the ER, has gallstones. Quite happily medicated now, but best not left alone while Scott goes to retrieve her car.
So, now I feel guilty for having felt bad about my week, because I at least didn’t spend my day in the hospital.
