It's not fair.

So, here's another addition to my collection of miseries (I think that this blog will be devoted to record my miserable moments). Problem is... I don't know how to write about it now that I have the blog window open... well, Nicci's going out on exercise this week, so I won't be seeing her this weekend. Though "see" is completely metaphorical... it means only that she'll be paying more attention to me on ICQ than she can on SMS.

Though, my rant for today has less to do with her than with frustration... so I'll be general and appropriately vague... sometimes its tiring being the good guy; I have very large reserves of good will, energy and emotional resources, but they sometimes hit the red line, and that's when I start thinking about myself a little more. I'm not selfish, but when in the red line, I start looking for fuel, because selflessness is very expensive to keep running and I sometimes need things to be done for me.

It's not too much to ask, eh? A bit of self-interest in-between periods of martyr-like patience and understanding...

And I can't talk about it because I promised not to, and even if I torture myself by mulling it over, when the opportunity presents itself I'm too ecstatic to even think it was bothering me before.