Fucked Up Day # 3

Mom is using all the clean towels to clean up the dog pee again. She let the dog on to the carpet, by the way.

I don't want to be home because of her, and my boyfriend and I are not speaking for some reason. I am having a hard time concentrating on my school work in either place. I could go sit at a coffee shop but I will have to pay for internet access there.

I wanted Wednesday and Thursday to be over because of an essay. Well I would like to add today as a third day, to that list. The semester is only half way done and I am feeling like I'm about to reach a breaking point. I sort of cried today at his house when I went to sit alone in another room. So frustrated.

What's also frustrating is that he is giving me the silent treatment. Longish story short: We were playing sort of rough, and I didn't realize I hurt him. He hid my sandal somewhere and I insisted he tell me where he put it. After that we stopped talking and I left, pissed that the situation had grown so ridiculous.

Oh well. What to do.