So, I kinda just wasted this day. Actually slept kinda-sorta-alright, I think. Was planning on making it in to Fountain House today, but got kinda fucked up in the head from thinking about it, which led to me really dragging my feet before eating breakfast, taking a long time to eat breakfast because it was terrible, and then basically not getting anything done until 3-4 in the afternoon, by which point the place had closed up shop for the day.
Now I've got that hanging over me, but I need to make an attempt for tomorrow. GF came home from work and was making herself some dinner when she asked me if I had an appointment tomorrow. I ended up having to yell because of course the best time to ask a question is when you're on the other side of a room divider and busy putting sausages into a hot pan and having oil spatter loudly. So I answered that I didn't have an appointment, but was planning on attempting to get out seeing as I fluffed up on doing it today. This was, of course, answered in a raised voice so she could hear me (on the second attempt) and also because I wasn't feeling particularly chipper about having been useless today. Judging from her reaction she didn't take very kindly to my tone, and just said that she was asking because it'd be nice to have some help around the apartment.
This most likely means she's pissed about me not pulling my weight around here, as tends to be a recurring issue (how much I actually do or do not do, particularly in relation to how much she does, is a matter for debate). So I've got that on me now, too. Also haven't taken my psychologist-recommended weekly pub trip yet this week, and she's never happy about me going off and doing that, so I'm not sure where I'm going to squeeze it in with the rest of the disappointment.
There is actually one specific task she asked me to do a fair time ago, but I... Have a really hard time bringing myself to do it. There's this wall-mounted coatrack that we use to keep the dogs' leashes on, and it's in a pretty goddamn sorry state because the wall it's in is just plaster, so the weight has caused the screws to rip themselves mostly out of the wall and it's hanging on for dear life at about 45 degrees tilt purely because of angular friction. As this is related to interior decorating, she is deeply offended by the current state of affairs. As such, she'd bought another coat rack (one that is infinitely superior as it's more in-line with her current design style trends). She asked me to hang it up.
"Where?"
"On the wall."
"But there's nothing to anchor it to, the wall's just plaster."
"Well there has to be something it can be screwed into!"
"No, there aren't any beams or anchor points, it's just plaster. Listen-" *I start tapping the wall to demonstrate, before quickly getting shut down by her as this conversation took place at about 11:30 at night and I was 'making a racket'"
Her: "Well, just put it up somewhere."
Me: "It'll rip itself out and fall down."
Her: "Just try.", and with that the conversation was over.
I am certainly tempted to put it up and let it fuck itself just to prove a point, but I'd also rather not put more holes (especially gory, plaster-leaking openings from stressed screws tearing themselves free from their bonds) in the wall than necessary.