At Both Ends of the Day

Oh god. This morning she stood naked in the bathroom and screamed 'Tom' repeatedly at me while I was trying to sleep. I opened an eye and attempted to glare at her. What a sight! It made me malt.

She finally gave in and bought ******* again, after a week of my whining. What she doesn't understand though is that I cry out to her in desperation because I can't eat that god awful shite, and she responds by insulting me and whining about how fussy I am. I wouldn't expect her to eat dog shit or offal, so why the fuck should I eat horrible food?