Two days ago, I got a text message from my dentist, reminding me of my appointment today. When I got there and said I had an appointment, the assistant was like – no, that’s not possible. There is no doctor here this afternoon, she is on a training. You can’t have an appointment. I showed her the text, and she said she was sorry, but there wasn’t anything she could do. So I made another appointment and did a few errands before heading home. When I finally got home and started to tell my boyfriend, he was like – oh yeah, they called. I can’t remember when. Forgot to write a note. And went back to play his stupid computer game.
And now he’s pissed that I’m mad at him. Really? I went through half the town to an appointment that was cancelled and he is surprised that I am not pleased that his freaking computer game was more important than writing a stupid little note. That would have taken less than a minute. I feel more frustrated every day. I can’t understand how a person can do the same thing over and over again. Going to bed at six in the morning, sleep a few hours. Get up, play. Leave the chair after three hours to maybe eat a little. Only leaving the apartment to go to work (a whopping 14 days in January). And then go home to play the whole night. Day after day. And not doing anything else unless I threaten to move out. Maybe I should. I am tired of it.