I left the house early because I didn't feel like making dinner there. I remembered that I had General Tso's chicken to finish at my office. So, that's what's for dinner. Old General Tso's chicken. Please don't ask me how old it is because I will lie to you. It tastes awful and of course I had to reheat it so it's all tough and gnarly now. But I can't bring myself to throw it out. If I get sick in class tonight, you will know why.
Seriously though, my house is kind of a mess. I hate looking at it. and of course Andy does nothing (have I mentioned this?) about it until I fuss at him. I don't want to be that kind of wife. I definitely don't want him to be that kind of husband. Our wedding anniversary is on Friday, we are broke as shit, and it's looking like we are headed down that path of constant nagging.
Clean the litter boxes- the cats belong to both of us. Put away the fucking dishes- both of us use them. Vacuum- okay, I know I said that I love vacuuming (I actually do) but it doesn't mean I want to do it every time it needs to be done. Don't bother with watering the plants. Part of me wishes they would just finally die anyway.
I have class for 3 hours tonight. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't thinking about how goddamn cold it is outside, how much I really hate wind, and the fact that I chose an ancient Chinese secret to be my dinner accompanying black tea.
One way or another, it's going to be one hell of a night.