one of those days...

overslept, late for work, crappy copyflow, crappy copy. nurse appt supposed to take ten mins took 25+ and ended in pain (the kind that has tears rolling down your face, even tho the worst of it goes off fairly quickly). felt under the weather for the rest of the day. last straw = having my work attacked. chinese takeaway, wine, 'chicken run' on dvd (not much in my collection that doesn't remind me of other things!), mother's caramel shortbread (see above). all well earned, well deserved and usually helpful. still *blah*.

knock at the door - well now, himself en route home. felt crap relating my tales of woe in comparison with what he's dealing with right now, but i needed to, and i needed to tell him, he's the only person i want to tell this stuff to because the act of telling him makes it deal-able. talked of other things briefly, a hug and then gone. but it's ok. he's looking less stressed out, so i hope that means he's going to find time to talk and clear the air of all the crap soon. fingers crossed for me, blippers? in one way no, a conversation can't change things - but in another it can. i'd like the opportunity to try.