Rotting

I'm really beginning to hate weekends.

David is content to spend his weekends sitting in front of a computer.

Which means I either have to:
1) Do things by myself - or with my imaginary friends.
2) Feel guilty about constantly asking him to leave the house - which always entails spending money.

By the end of the week I hate my house. It's full of laundry, dust, dirty dishes and dead plants.

And the windows are always closed.

I guess I'll just have to get back into reading so I can pretend to be somewhere else.