Tuesday, Mar. 18, 2008, 6:56 am

Ken called in sick this morning. I imagine he will get in worlds of trouble, because of not showing up despite being ill, and I don't really want to have to deal with it. Whatever. I don't know why I should have to assume that I can't leave my own boyfriend out on his own for four hours without disasterous consequences.
I'm going to have to live with it anyways, and it's not a great big help. Everyone is stressed out, and I am -most of the time- beyond moody. I'm hoping they cut him some slack because he's leaving next month. Probably not though, that would be my luck.

Frig.

I was getting all excited about babies and weddings and everything seemed to be going in a positive direction and now this. It's all going to fall right back down. I was just on the edge of that hole I fell into, about to get back out. Nope. None of that. We must needs have something bad happen so I can't feel okay for a while.

And it's impossible to be mad at him to his face. What a jerk. I can't even believe him.