Funktified and it Sucks

Have you ever had one of those days where you're in a terrible funk and you can't quite put your finger on what it is that's troubling you?  I'm having one of those days.

My computer has had a virus for about 3 weeks now and I've been relegated to using our apartment's common area computer only when available.  I want a Mac because so I'm done with PC's and dammit those frickin, 'Hi, I'm a MAC and I'm a PC' commercials are genius.  Unfortunately my husband doesn't think it's in our best interest to get a new computer at this time.  I can't imagine that my being unemployed for 8 months would have anything to do with it.  Also I hate his computer because a sugar momma he used to do got it for him before I was a twinkle in his eye.  Normally this doesn't bother me since now what's his is ours but eh.  Shitty day brings up shitty feelings.

My job is uninspiring.  I know, I know you hear shit all the time about how you're not supposed to bitch about work online because god forbid so and so sees it and blah blah blah.  Happy to be working?  Yes?  Inspired? zzzzzz.  So what is it I want to do? I don't know.  Such pressure pisses me off.

My husband works too much.  It hasn't always been like this. As a matter of fact we were amazed about the true work life balance that Seattle had to offer for the 1st couple of years.  Then after his 2nd promotion it all became a thing of the past.  Now he's gone 12-14 hours a day.  I actually miss him  I try to show support.  I don't bother him with calls, texts, emails unless it's important or something completely stupid that will make him laugh.  I don't complain about not eating dinner together anymore and just appreciate the time we share on the weekends.  Then last night I got drunk and all the reservations I had came spewing out of my mouth in some incoherent bitchy babble.  Surprisingly nothing good came out of it and I washed down a sleeping pill with some PBR to finish the night already.  As soon as I opened my eyes this morning I was like, "Oh WTF did I do that for?".  I immediately apologized and he understood.  We had our eggs and coffee and parted ways for the day.

So here I am funky and sad eyed in the common area wanting the last days of Seattle summer sun to perk me up.  Poof!  I wish.