Well, George is back from getting his teeth yanked from their sockets.  The dentist gave him percocet which he's been begging for since we got home 30 minutes ago.  Not quite begging, more demanding.  It doesn't hurt yet though, so that's good.

Poor Georgey.

First day of training India:

I hate my life. 

-His computer is painfully slow. It took 5 minutes for his computer to open one program and 3 minutes for it to open another program. There was a 15-30 second delay on any change I did on iLinc… so I would change programs on my computer then 15-30 seconds later he would be able to see that change on his end.

-He wasn’t given the instruction manuals before hand, so most of the day was spent on him reading the manuals and me showing him the basics on DMS and Phoenix.

-We started late… I thought we’d start training at 8, but we started after 10.

-There were troubles with his computer but the manager had left the office and hesaid there was no supervisor there!

-He left at 3, yet the manager agreed to have them work from 8-5.

-He doesn’t have 2 computer screens, I don’t think.

There weren’t problems with him, really… he just kept sighing, which to me sounds like he’s bored. Other than that he was very patient and seemed to catch on. Overall I think it was a highly inefficient day, he still doesn’t know how to process a payment on his own.

I've discovered a new love: Tanning. It's the most vain activity I've done regularly in my whole life, and I absolutely love it. I don't look all that better but I feel all that better.

My period started.

I had spotting on Sunday and my breasts were extremely sore. 

I think we're done for a month.

I'm taking today and tomorrow off.  We were supposed to go camping but George never requested it off.

After two months of trying - psychotic hormone therapy (for me), difficult breaks from alcohol (for George) and so much sex I don't know what to do with myself, we are officially done trying for another two months.  I find out in 2 weeks the verdict but right now I want it to be negative.

I found a roach sitting on our dining room table.

I kicked George's friend out of the house and told George I didn't want to see him until he was sober.  I told him to leave or sleep in the bedroom.  He went to grab his car keys and I twisted his balls until he let go of them, told him he either had to walk, sit on the front porch (like he had for literally the past 6 hours) or go to the bedroom.  He said he would go to the bedroom.

I don't want to do this over again.  Washington was a great learning experience but doing it again would be insanity.

I'm so afraid this won't work out.  I'm so afraid that he's always going to want to do whatever the fuck he wants to do rather what he knows is best for the both of us. 

I called him this afternoon from work and he said "I'm just drinking beer on the porch, babe... I'm keeping clean, don't worry."

I don't want him to end up like his father.

According to "Answer's" 7-Day Ovulation Kit, I've been ovulating for over 3 days.  I've received positive tests Friday, Saturday and now today.  Is that even possible?

I have a confession to make.
I am COMPLETELY in love with that song by Leona Lewis called Bleeding Love.  I am completely embarrassed to say it but I cannot get it out of my head.  I bought it yesterday on iTunes and it is now sitting in my playlist called "Spam Spam Spam and Eggs"

Also I made enchiladas for the first time last night.  They were pretty darn good if I do say so myself.
Tonight I'm making baked chicken with gravy with *homemade* mashed potatoes (using *real* whipping cream) and *homemade* rolls.
I'm the bestest ever.

I did it.  I'm no longer subscribed to him. 

Bleh.  I hate losing respect for people I used to think were so awesome.