Work has slowed down, finally. It always happens in the summer - this time of year, I'm lucky if I get one day a week. When I called the union to register as being out of work, our call steward said "you and everyone else all of a sudden". So, I'm stuck having to do all those things that I normally don't have time for: taxes, cleaning the closets, any redecorating (I have a painting in my living room that's been there for years - it's recently started to bother me, and I've decided it must go), and really getting those hard-to-reach dust bunnies out from under the back of the couch.
This also means that I have more time to spend with Mr. Movie Star, who's been kind of sulking at my being too busy for him (you think he'd understand, but apparently not).
I went over there last night (to make up for my being in Vegas Monday night), and he was really happy that we got together, but..
I don't even know if I should type this.
The sex was bad.
I don't mean bad like "you freak" bad, it was just lame. He was sort of doing his thing, and not really paying attention to me at all.
I feel like.. I don't know what I feel like. I just sort of lay there for the rest of the night thinking "Why?"
I cut out of there really early and came home. As soon as it gets late enough to call a girlfriend, I have to bounce this (no pun intended) off someone.