Anger

I did no work yesterday; I spent a few hours browsing the web, then went home. I was knackered, and didn't have the motivation to do anything. I wanted to go to bed early after speaking to Andy, but his phone was engaged. I had food, and got a bit pissed off about the state of the kitchen- clearly the surfaces hadn't been wiped and the dishes hadn't been put away since I did it on friday morning. I really look forward to having my own place, and to not have to deal with other people's shit. I left a message for Andy to call me, but he didn't (he 'didn't realise it was me'... Hmmm, I'm sure he gets lots of friendly scousers phoning him in Wyoming). I finally got through at 9, and he didn't want to talk to me. He is really busy right now sorting things out for Costa Rica, but we have only spoken once since I got back. I knew the time difference would cause problems- I have to call him when he's at work, and therefore in 'work mode'...i.e. an uncommunicative sod. He didn't even ask me if I had a good weekend. I just asked him if I should let him get on with it, he said yes, and that was the end of our brief chat. I cried for ages; it makes me feel like shit to think he can't spare an hour to talk to me, and can't even raise up enough interest to care about how my weekend went. I had a nice card from him this morning, which cheered me up a bit, but I still hurt. I am finding getting out of bed a real struggle right now, and I don't have any motivation to work. I really don't need this additional stress.