I probably should have spent the night on the couch...
you know, the whole... camping trip excursion from the bedroom because you were too fucking stupid to keep your mouth shut. Yeah, I'm there, actually... let's hope that I was there.

The real problem is when you are not quite certain what it is exactly that you said, but it is rather obvious that you did, indeed, say something you shouldn't have. So i spent most of my night in the basement fixing a computer, working on tattoo flash, and building a new layout for my blog...

I could look at the brighter side of the night and say to myself, "well... at least I got some shit done." I could think of the nasty attitude I received last night and this morning as just her feisty coyness. I could give my infamous puppy-eyes, whip out the flowers, and apologize for my worthless existence. I could think that i'll be able to go home this evening and have the slightest inclination of what I've done to unveil the atomic warhead that's awaiting my arrival...

Meh, why the fuck would I think about any of that shit? Now is the time for me to stand behind my comedic expressions and my sarcastic charm that she loathes...
Because this time, if I'm going to be spending a slice of life on the couch or in the basement... at least I will have an idea why..