Sunday, June 26, 2011
In my next life, I'm a dyke all the way
I hate when we fight right before bed. He goes to sleep, I stay up to make the point that I'm mad and not just going to trot off to share a bed with him, and then I'm the one tired but without a bed to sleep in. Plus, he should be the one awake in the living room alone. He's the one who refuses to confront or resolve anything. He's the reason our fights never die, only hibernate. And now I'm yawning into a computer screen that gives me headaches and he's the one snoring into the baby monitor. I hope I roll over in my sleep and hit him in the balls with my knee.