A bit more reconnected

Yesterday was a fucking worthless day.
Concerning the party last night, I told my wife about it when she got home and she was bitter. I was on the phone with my friend when I asked her, and she immediately started raving about how I "couldn't" go. Keep in mind that "couldn't" does not mean "could not"--in reality, it means "you can, but I'm going to make your life so miserable that all of the fun you have there will only be a drop in the bucket of shit you'll have to deal with when you get back home." So I told my friend that I couldn't go. He just went silent on the other end, and said "Okay . . ." --question mark firmly planted over his head. So I got some reading done instead. This happened about 8:00.

At 9:45, my wife comes over and asks me if I really wanted to go to my buddy's house. I told her it didn't really matter now, since it was almost 10:00. She then starts telling me how I could have gone if I wanted to, and that she wouldn't have really been that mad. Yeah, okay. You're saying that now, I told her. Now you know that I don't care if you . . . that's about the time I stopped fucking listening. I did make it a point to tell her that despite her unwillingness to come between me and a good time, she somehow seems to manage it. It's not that I was really all that bitter. It just bothers me (esp. her "don't use me as an excuse" line) for her to always flip-flop on issues such as this. Either realize you are an excuse and take pride in it, or let me the fuck alone. Don't fucking pretend.

Today, I anticipate finishing the Hurston novel and watching Mavs-Spurs (noon tip-off).

A-train is posting again, and I've sent some emails back and forth to a couple of people--these things help when you feel like you're on a island by yourself.