In Which Kiwiland's Day Went Blah

Sometimes the most perfectly wonderful days can turn to blah in a matter of minutes.

Today was such a day.

Woke up at 9am to my alarm…slept in till 12.30, good sleep. Got up, had a shower, made pikelets (mini, sweet, fluffy pancakes), where scrumptious. twitted some, posted on Facebook for roommates for LeakyCon 2011, read some fan fiction <3 Day’s good.

Left for work, read fan fiction on teh bus because Ozmos is beautiful like that. Got to work, were lollies, yum. Bridget and Angelique were both in good moods, it was stocktake, yay! Stockrake was small and well organised, I got to scan, which is always good I think. Ate some lollies (candy for those not familiar with the term) Met the area manager for the second time, he’s friendly, listened to Glee soundtracks while doing stocktake. Fished at 6.30pm, nice and quick, went well. Angelique gave me a ride home so i didn’t have to catch the bus, that was great, it cold and wet right now.

Got home.

Blah occurred.

I entered the house to a very unthrilled ‘hello’ from Glenn. Great, someone’s in a grump. Fine. Whatever. Get dinner, eat dinner. It is good, stroganoff. Glenn finishes dinner and leaves the table, tuning on Call of Duty without asking if anyone was watching Family Guy which was on and which I was. FINE. WHATEVER. I finish dinner, put my plate in the kitchen and go to ask Glennwhat the matter is, because I’m nice like that. Apparently it’s my fault, but he doesn’t want to tell me while out flatmate is here…ok?

SO let me get this straight. I have SOMEHOW trigged a man/child tizzy, but he won’t tell me how…FIIINE. WHATTHEFUCKEVER.

I do dishes. I hate dishes.

I do WINZ crap, because they are arseholes and I hate them but need them to pay my rent. I hate job hunting and I hate WINZ (Work and Income New Zealand).

I have a headache, I am tire and irritated.

Glenn has just gone to bed without enlightening me as to how I’ve SOMEHOW annoyed him. He won’t apologise for acting like a dick. He never does, I always have to. Tell me how that works. Sometimes I hate him so much.

So my evening was liquid blah. A good way of ruining a day that was quite lovely and good feeling.

No one’s answered about roommates. Dustin Harrell has still not contacted me about rooming with his group.

I’m. Tired. And sleep has nothing to do with it.

Please be better tomorrow. At least I’ll be seeing Mazzy. I heart Mazz.

Good Night Internet. Be brilliant.

<3 Expecto Kiwiland / Danielle