Yesterday was a typically hatable Monday… one of this days that completely justifies my aversion to this most dreaded day of the week… I’ve tried to like it… I even was in a good term relationship with it for some time… but Monday has once more proved that is not possible to LOVE Monday… Not for me anyways.

Let’s break down and summarize my Garfield day:

1 – Tommy woke up in a most hyperactive mood and in this mood he broke my X-Box’s microphone, meaning that multiplayer matches of games like Battlefield, or the number one in my wish list (GTA IV) have no communication capabilities no more… well at least till I get a new mic… which at this point I can’t see happening quite so soon…

2 – I could not for the love of me contact Bp. Enoque which would have been likely to have guaranteed me design or photography contract for his new magazine, or at least a partnership of some sort. Now I am going to have to wait till he’s back from Brazil in a couple of weeks to talk about it… I am now entering desperation mode… I NEED to do some secular work… I am going CRAZY!

3 – Went to the hub and started recording a new video about creativity, that is the good bit… the bad is that now, for having forgotten to bring latex gloves whilst messing with adhesive and paint solvent I got my hands looking like this:

(it looked worse… that is after I’d washed it) And that not being enough, Whilst trying to open a varnish can I managed to make it explode and cover myself on it! That ended my “artist’s day” as I had to rush home to get the gunk out of my hair and from all over myself…

Put it like that… it is not fun AT ALL to be smelly and sticky and well… covered in gunk in a crowded tube… then trains. The only positive aspect is that no one wants to touch you so you get some personal space…

4 – Got home, had shower but Gunk did not get off my hands completely… I give up… it will fade with time!

5 – TB was asleep when I got home… and stays like that till almost 8 when he wakes up with a big smile asking me to give him food. And milks it up till like 9:30pm… no rest for the wicked… That bit has a good side: Whe watched the Red Bull FLUGTAG on TV… It was great to see him laughing every time someone hit the watter… hehehehe.. The other bad side of it is that TB then destroys the big box I brought home to pack while I was in the kitchen cooking him dinner.

6 – Vic sends me a Text message saying she will be back home soon, and she is just going for a birthday drink of Steve’s (one of her Portuguese Class colleages), by witch point I say ok… that will give me time to prepare something nice to eat and set up a romantic(ish) scene for when she arrives, you know… a nice grown-up time just the 2 of us and all… I make dinner, and prepare everything… At 09:36pm I give up on the idea as she is not even considering coming back yet, at 11:15pm sI get a text message from her saying she is on the train. At 11:45pm I get one saying she’s almost at Morisons, and right after that she arrives drunk as a skunk heading straight to the bedroom (in my mind I imagine that is so I don’t see how drunk she is) just to be found hugging the bucket… spilling all the contents of her stomach (thankfully inside the bucket) and passing out. That simply adds up to my anger… so all I do is turn around and go back to the living room… NOT HAPPY AT ALL for having to take care of her in that state!

I did take pictures tho… and I should post them to name and shame… but I just won’t. One, because I am a nice guy , two, because I really don’t want to embarrass her that much… I SHOULD do it, after all one of the “drunkness” laws says:”a Drunks Ass has NO owner”… but I won’t… I have to confess I was VERY tempted yesterday, but it wouldn’t be a pretty sight… so I decided not to mess up this blog with it…

But Vic… be advised… next time there will be NO restrain… so think twice about getting home drunk after any of your “without me” socials again.

The reasons I have already told… It worries me SICK to think of her coming home alone late at night intoxicated as she was… That is just number one reason… not commenting on all the other ones like the fact the she not just any single brainless teenager, the fact the she is on Happy Pills and that and alcohol DON’T go together and other aspects that she already knows… so no need to mention…

… must stop or I’ll get mad all over again and I SOOOO want to turn that page!

One thing is for sure… I will NOT bother with romantic surprises for a LONG time

And that’s my Monday for you… sorry for the whining… but I gotta vent somehow!

Too long waisted in this post already… Loads to do, Gotta go!

zya!