i thought for sure he'd do the dishes last night. but he didn't. so i'm going to really break down today and do them. the ironic thing is, it will only take five minutes to do. i haven't done it because they're not my dishes and i'm petty that way. i also need to vacuum and dust and various other household chores today. i slept 8 hours last night. so i should be staying up all day.
things are chilly here. and i mean inside the house. we avoid one another, though i don't know why. i got mad at hi over the weekend and never did explain why, maybe he's still stinging from that. fuck him. i walk on eggshells all the time around him.
i got a compliment on my last poem from an old and dear friend that made my night last night. the nicest part was knowing someone is reading the drivel.