Nightmares...

First let me just tell you a little story I just remembered about my oven.  I'm only reminded of it because he is using my oven now. 

When Art had his own place and I'd go over to hang out, he'd cook and as he cooked he'd have his Lysol disinfecting wipes out and he'd be wiping the stove.  (This is what I thought I was moving in with when I agreed to move in with him.) A few months ago I went to open the oven door (my stove/oven, btw - I brought it with me when we moved in) and saw a HUGE GLOP of stuff on the door and on the bottom of the oven.  I asked him what it was and he said he had cooked a whole pizza and was trying to balance it on 2 spatulas and it fell completely upside down on the oven door. So... if in YOUR place you can wipe up every small splatter as soon as it happens as you're cooking, why do you leave GLOBS of melted cheese on MY oven door/bottom when you're an idiot and try to balance a whole hot pizza on two spatulas?????  It makes me so mad.  Seriously.


So this morning I had a dream... or maybe a nightmare.  In it I complained about Art not cleaning as much as I did (the toilet is disgusting, you should see it - seriously WHY can't he clean it???? Why do I have to do it every time???) and then I saw him enter my room and come out with a folded t-shirt looking thing.  I only half saw it out of the corner of my eye because I was doing something else.  So I eventually go into my room and look in my closet and he had installed a rod halfway down my closet and his stuff was in there.  When I confronted him about it he laughed and said "I wondered how long it'd take you to notice that.  If we're going to do everything 50/50 then I want half of everything, including your closet." 

At that point I went OFF on him and told him that I shouldn't have to clean as much as him (and definitely NOT MORE) because I was barely home - about half time or less at this point - and that the disgusting bathroom filth is all his, and that HE was the one that peed STICKY SUGAR which made everything disgustingly gross, and he was the one with the disgusting hairy dog, etc etc etc!!! 

In my dream I was screaming at him so hard that I would run out of breath while I still had things to say so I was trying to word things with no breath (think Ace Ventura when he sucks in a deep breath and then tells the rich guy with the guano what he thinks happened based on what he observed.) 

I was so mad that I woke up full of anger.  I'd say this is definitely not healthy.

And the very MOST there are 58 days left and then I will be at peace...  Ohm...  Ohm... OHM...