Monday, October 13, 2008
there's a special kind of shitful feeling you get when you know you can't help someone. Today the girl came home from work sullen and edgy. She'd had a crappy day, compounded by the fact she works with a good friend and the friend is not really acting like one sometimes. I compound things by making a rubbish dinner and cracking shit jokes that just weren't having the desired effect. There are times you wish you could just wave a wand and bingo the person you love is happy. Instead she goes to bed early with the dog.