Pretty frustrating.

It's really fucking frustrating saying the same thing over and over again.

It's really fucking frustrating doing so much, and then I don't even get listened to.

I've been working for 2 hours on something really special to give you, and yet you can't call me when you get home from work. You're immediate thought is to play that stupid game. And when I call, do you listen to what I'm saying to you? NO. You're too busy playing. You say we don't have good conversations on the phone, and why do you think that is? Maybe it's because you're too busy clicking away on your mouse and keyboard to hear anything that I'm saying.
I don't feel connected to you lately.

I'm complaining now, and then tomorrow it'll start all over again.


In more exciting news, I'm going to Wal-mart in about an hour and 40 minutes to wait around for the new Harry Potter book. The closer it gets to midnight, the more excited I get.