Just me & my Kit Kat...

Well, not really.

True, I am sitting here munching on a Kit Kat bar whilst I type.

But inasmuch as I wish I were alone with my chocolatey treat, alas, I am not. I am, in fact, at work. But, I console myself by the fact that in just 4 hours, I will be going home. Though I will not be alone there either, as I never seem to be alone at home, I will nonetheless be at home and not at work.

And the best part is that I do not have to come back to work tonight. Or the next night. Or the night after that. (We'll just leave the night after the-night-after-that alone...)

I know, I know. Such an exciting post, isn't it? Can't quite contain yourself you say?

I figure it's better than hearing about the massive argument -- no, fight -- that R and I had Sunday night.

Yeah, that was a fun one. Yelling and screaming (that would mostly be R) and tears (that would be me). Oh, and let's not forget R throwing the TV remote across the room. No fight is complete without that! I won't get into the down and dirty details of what the fight was actually about, but suffice it to say that not too many words actually came out of my mouth, because as we all know, R just can't let anyone voice their opinion. Heaven forbid someone else actually get a word in! In the end, I just caved. Again. It's just not worth the fucking aggravation.

I'm married to a tyrant and my house is a fucking dictatorship.

Fucking wonderful.