Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2004 12:38:36 -0500

So now, *TWO HOURS* after I first go to wake him up so I can drive him to the flea market he so badly wants to go to, David finally gets out of bed. And he's going to think I'm unreasonable and bitchy for being furious about this. And it will be another two hours before he actually admits that he is physically capable of going anywhere.

He needs a fucking social worker, not me.

I don't know how I can stand this kind of shit. I am so tired of it. He doesn't think anyone else might have anything they wanted to do, that anyone else might have preferred to stay asleep, that anyone else might have a schedule of their own or something better to do with their time than wait for him.

Sometimes I loathe him.

Special note from 1/3/05: he's done exactly the same thing today, about another place he wanted to go. This time after I waited for him for over an hour, he decided he didn't want to go after all. The thing was that he wanted to go buy a monitor, but didn't bother to start researching whether he wanted one from a different store than originally stated until *after* I was ready to go. If I had a gun I'd shoot myself already, just to get out of this shit.

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