Monday, March 08, 1999

monday.

Busy enough at work. Squabbling with Diane. That would be my spouse. Marriage makes possible a degree of unhappiness only dreamt of while single.

Of course, the possibility of simply having made a terrible choice as far as a partner goes comes to my mind. I wanted a breeding partner. That is all I got.

So I can't say as I'm terribly happy today. I feel like I'm an indentured servant of some kind, I'm there to do chores and be with the kids, while I'm also prohibited from dating or even sportfucking. Not a good arrangement.