So I'm still working all the time with my loving boyfriend.

Had last night off of work and opted to stay home, watched Traffic, Babel, and Heat. No comment on any of them, only that I didn't fall asleep til 5am. I blame it on working nights. I slept most of the day, which may have contributed to this fucked up headache, which came out of left field from nowhere. 

My wonderful boyfriend is, unfortunately, the source of my current headache. Him, and PMS. Mostly him though. My loveable assclown has been working on turning the sliding glass door that serves as the entrance to our bedroom in shoji screens, which is what he was workingon today. He also teaches Karate, and as of recently has been training his 3 cousins in a monday evening class in the back half of our office which has been turned into a small studio. Two of these three cousins are in high school and are supposed to be home by 9. We didn't leave our house until 7:25 and they're supposed to start this class around 7. Then we have to stop at Sports Chalet to buy a cup for his cousin. We don't actually get to the Karate studio/office until 7:57pm. It shouldn't bug me, but it does.

I hate being late. Even if I'm not the one who's going to be late, I still turn into a time nazi about being on time. It's one of those uncontrollable ticks that I should probably see a hypno therapist for, like biting my nails without realizing i'm doing it. So now I have this headache from clenching my jaw and letting my blood boil over this. I wish I had a gym membership so I could just get my blood pumping and cycling. Bleh. Could be worse.

So now I'm going to inevitably be a miserly bitch tonight to everyone who comes into contact with me. I'll try not to be, but something small will set me off. I pity the people who sit in the car with me later while I drive around southern california among its "fantastic" caliber of drivers.

In other news, I'm listening to a new playlist made up of songs by Franz Ferdinand, Paramore, Seether, and Muse. "Ulysses" rocks. I'll leave it at that and stop wasting your time with my bipolar ranting.