I don't get out enough, either. I think I've been out of the apartment less than half a dozen times in the past two weeks. Most of those were to the grocery store or to Rob's parents' house. We are going to see Serenity this afternoon - after Rob calls Time Warner (cable) about the bill and the apartment about signing me on the lease (finally) & having them clean out our apartment storage locker so we can use it if we need to. Yes, he's been putting that off since we moved in.
He's also been in a mood for the last two or three days; depressive and despondent. Glamor wearing off, perhaps. I know I'm not an easy person to live with even if you were me (and I'm starting to think I may be the only one to actually stand living with me; funny how that works when I don't even like myself).
What really sucks, though, is that I don't have anyone to talk to who won't have an ulterior motive or at least be offended by something I might say. Any of Rob's friends would report back to him if I say anything that sounds even remotely disloyal. My sister would probably be the first to advocate for me to abandon and return back to live there if I try to talk about my issues. My brother probably doesn't care either way. I wouldn't even consider talking to my parents as their (and my sister's) answer would be to turn to god to solve all my problems. Bull. The only person I can think of talking to is Anna, and, well, ... *shrug*
Rob's getting extremely frustrated at UC for not giving him his refund check in a timely manner, but I don't see what the big deal is when it's not a big deal right now, and won't be until closer to the end of the month. It's cutting it close, yes, but then that's what he told me to expect if I couldn't get into UC.
meh. There's nothing I can do about any of it. oh well. -.-