Day One Hundred and Thirty Seven.

    When I woke up this morning I knew instantly that I was sick. This is frustrating because I haven't been sick in almost two years and I have to go back to work tomorrow. In hindsight I'm glad that I wasn't sick over my vacation but at the same time depending upon how I feel in the morning it's not like I can just call in. I would feel too guilty calling in on my first day back so I hope I don't feel worse. Anyway I woke up, had some Airborne and stayed in bed longer than usual to see if that would help me feel better. When I got out of bed I had some coffee and my boyfriend made us some eggs for breakfast. Afterwards we decided to watch the movie we fell asleep to last night which was "Age of Innocence", a movie based on the Edith Wharton novel which I have never read. Honestly, it depressed me very much because the entire thing revolved around loveless marriages which always irks me. It had a pretty famous cast and was directed by Martin Scorsese but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. Now I can't even read the book because I know the ending and it would just make me angry, unless someone told me that the book is a must read, I guess.
    I decided after the movie was over to take a shower and fold laundry from the day before. While I was doing this my boyfriend took my dog for a walk. I had asked him to because she seemed a bit depressed this weekend and I am wondering if it has something to do with the fact that while my sister was watching her she went on two walks a day. I have a fenced in backyard so a lot of the times I just put her back there and only take her for walks when I have time or if the weather is nice. Today happened to be a warmer day so I wanted to take her but I also felt pretty crappy so my boyfriend did it for me. Once he was done with that he started working on our food for the Super Bowl. We had chili, wings which he made in the oven, and some stuffed mushrooms we picked up on sale at the food store yesterday. Everything was really good but the wings could have been better. He was a little upset with how they turned out as well, I think it's hard to get them crispy when you're cooking them in the oven.
    The whole day was a nice one until halfway through the Super Bowl. First of all I was a little upset because the Broncos were loosing so bad but excited to see Bruno Mars because I really like him. From the get go my boyfriend couldn't stop talking about how un-famous he thinks Bruno Mars is and that it's ridiculous he was the half time show. He thought the Red Hot Chili Peppers should have been the main act. I tried to inform him just how great Bruno is, but he wasn't having it. Even after the performance he didn't think it was anything special and honestly I don't know if I've ever seen a half time show I liked as much. Anyway, I decided after the half time show was over I would just wash the dishes then. I went to the kitchen and started cleaning everything up which was a pain because everything was filthy. While I was at the sink my boyfriend kept putting dirty pots right on top of what I was working on and I snapped at him to stop doing that. Immediately he started telling me to calm down, like he always does if I ever snap at him and making it seem like I screamed at him or something. I told him to be patient with me because I wasn't feeling well and that the last thing I wanted to do was spend an hour cleaning up the kitchen mess. Then he went on this rant about how he didn't deserve to be treated like that no matter how I felt and I simply kicked him out of the kitchen. It's bedtime and we haven't spoken since.
    I'm super annoyed because I really do my best to not snap at him but I'm human and every once in a while I'm going to lose my temper. It really hurts my feeling that he didn't insist on helping me....I don't know why he had to make the whole thing a big scene. It's not fair that I'm never ever going to be able to show any weakness for as long as we're together. I think because he was raised in a house where there was never any outwardly emotionally arguments that he can't deal with even the slightest bit of anger. I don't think he understands that when someone snaps a little bit it's not necessary as mean of a thing as he thinks it is. Ugh, anyway, once again I have to apologize for ranting about relationship issues on this blog which is supposed to be about OCD. I have to go to bed now.