Everybody sees the wind blow

She moved her dresser out of the bedroom last weekend. Actually, I helped her. I helped get the mattress she's sleeping on now, too. 

I'm in a bedroom that feels too big. I am not sleeping well. And I have the goddamn bridge of Paul Simon's Graceland in my head which sucks so much ass I can't even tell you.

Fuck. I don't know what happens now.

Stress

...that comes from dealing with someone who is terrible at articulating what they want or their argument and you cannot just say; Fuck you, you're shit at this. 

Jesus. I am letting it get to me in a way I need to walk off.