Saturday afternoon. Check
Drawn curtains. Check
Air-conditioner switched on. Check
Bowl of Maggi. Check
Mush flick on TV. Check
Laptop with wi-fi. Check
Beer chilled for the evening. Check
Hourly hugs from The Dude. Check
Sour mood bettered. Umm, not so much!
Apparently, some totally inconsequential people actually have the capability to ruin an otherwise un-spoilable Friday. And then leave a horrible aftertaste, even on Saturday morning. That, I think, is unforgivable. So, right now, I alternate between wanting to tear the head off the said individual, or leave all of this and take a long sabbatical near some beach. With the waves, and beer and fried fish, and not a care in the world. Remains a distant dream, that. I hate it when someone makes me feel this way. On a weekend that too. HATE it. Ugh.
Ranted on the blog. Check.