They took my article down off the front page of the site. I thought it would be up there for a week with the others. I guess not. So, my “shares” on FB topped out around 70 and my “likes” were in the 60’s. Not a bad ratio. I was just hoping to get a little more exposure. It was a fun few hours, though, waiting to see if any bigger publications noticed it while it was on the front page. And getting the traffic to the article was great. I mean, I wrote it to be read. I just kind of wish now that it had been promoted more, left on the front page, you had to scroll down and load more to see it as it was. Now it’s gone.
I said absolutely nothing to Doc. Oh, wait, I did ask him if he was in a bad mood last night, to see if maybe that is why he was such a dickhead. But he said no, he was in a good-ish mood, everything was fine with us. So, I win, I guess. He isn’t yelling at me anymore. I just have to sit around while he’s mean to me. Joy. What is it with men adopting me and taking care of me and then being douchenozzles when I show any bit of independence? You think, you would think, that they would want that, to unburden themselves. I don’t get it.
Ugh, now he’s being all weird with me. Is it time for him to go to work yet? I need an 11 hour break from the last hour and a half.
I guess that’s all I had to say. I’m feeling sorry for myself, and not good company. I was reading about a psychological concept, “ego depletion” – I tried explaining it to Doc, as maybe an explanation of my behavior at times when I’m stretched. But he announced it was just a way of making someone else responsible for your attitude problems. So, I’m not reading that anymore.
Heh, I thought, earlier this week, that things were better. No, they just got quieter, and have a saccharine tone of voice now.