Well, no luck with the fish oil yet but I'm still hoping. I'm also trying to be a little more active, although this weekend wasn't much help. Oh well.

It's just me and the cat again tonight, a little less content than the last time. At least that goes for me. The cat has had tuna so she is VERY content at the moment. I, on the other hand, am looking at a kitchen full of dishes and trying to convince myself to do them. And I don't want to. But I also don't want to look at the mess. The thing is, he is in charge of the dishes. And he left tonight saying, "Don't do the dishes." But part of me secretly thinks he wants me to, because he managed to wash the cutlery before he left and he knows that's the part I hate the most. So I should do the dishes, especially since I know he did that much, just for me. But...but...but. I don't want to. I'm crabby that the kitchen looks like a bomb exploded in it, I'm crabby cause he always says he's going to do them, and eventually he always does, just WAY later than I would have done them, and I'm crabby because I know that if it's bugging me, I should just clean it. But then I hear my mom in my head saying "If you can't do it with a smile on your face, don't do it at all, because no one likes a favour that's done for them begrudgingly." And then I'm back to not wanting to do the dishes. I just want him to learn that if you do them every night after dinner, they don't end up in a pile. And I hate being crabby at him because I know that in the grand scheme of things, I have it pretty good. He's a great guy, and I'm lucky we live together. In our cozy apartment. With the cat. And the really messy kitchen. :s