I can't get to sleep because Dan is mad at the world. He won't talk about it with me when I say to him that he can vent to me, but he has no problem venting to everybody who reads his LJ instead. So all I get is the angry husband in bed who keeps telling me that his evening has been ruined, but won't talk about it, because "it doesn't matter." Yet it does seem to matter because he keeps bringing it up.
I'm glad that I don't work tomorrow. I have a feeling that this might go on for a while.