Then again, quiet grace could just be over rated.
I'm having a sleepless night where work is spinning around in my head, which turns to finding a new house and how those living arrangements would look. Then I update my Words With Friends with my sister who is sleepless in another town... Then I sleep for what feels like 8.4 seconds before I'm awake again. It's a vicious cycle that escalates stress as the clock tick's forward and the hours until my damned alarm goes off, diminish.
Tonight I tossed and turned a little with the visual turn my blog has taken. The addition of text messages is most certainly ugly. I've come from a design background and so anything that doesn't look 'just right', borders on offensive; and these huge lumps of blue and yellow text are down right ugly. What to do... what to do... I could ad lib as I have often done in the past, but in some ways, this visual truth of what we deal with has greater impact. As evidence, my sister has sent several emails and texts to say "she is psycho!!! Be careful!!!!" which I found amusing. Of course the scary part is that she is correct.
At about 2 am, I checked email and discovered a comment on my blog. I have no idea if I have a fan base that consists of more than my family and close friends. I do average a good 100+ hits a night which sometimes astounds me. If I fell on this website while surfing one night, I'd probably make a snap judgement about what a whiny little bitch I am. Although I'd like to think I'd delve a little deeper before snapping off a comment.
So for reasons that I am unaware of, comments are pretty thin on the ground. Granted, every so often I've defended myself swiftly and harshly so those people have probably never ventured back; and if they have, they sure as Hell weren't going to open their mouths. But hey, until you walk a mile in my shoes, it's oh so easy to see the world in a different way; and that is everyone, including the Squeeze. Until I said "imagine how you would feel if Saturday morning, I woke up to a a tirade of delusion and demands from some guy; and then actually went about doing as I was told!" It did give him pause and he state that he probably wouldn't like that.
The blog I did tonight did garner a comment with an excellent suggestion - segregate those Harridan gems such as "YOU R A F*CKING ARSEHOLE" (sorry, I had to tone that down a tad) and "u will have him ly on yr couch for a fortnite from 28th I won't be here..." - great, thanks for the notice you stupid cow. I mean we actually have jobs and work for a living. What that means in the real world is that we have to apply for holidays and have them approved - and bosses, ignorant fools that they are, get narky if they only get 3 seconds notice!
This isn't even thinking of the fact that if we haven't moved, then that two weeks won't be happening here. And without notice, finding a spot to go camping is proving difficult. I guess he could always go with the "sure thing, I'll have him at your place. He can stay home and lie on the sofa while I go to work and I won't have to worry about the mess - because it's already a hovel!"
Anonymous gave me an excellent suggestion - keep the texts but put them some place else. So from here on, I'll put Harridan rants up on the Classic Harridan Communiqué page - what a fantastic idea!