never know quite what's wrong with me
It's so cold today I had to turn the flippin' heat on! Come on, Minnesota, what. the. fuck? A week ago it was 80s, 90s, now it's barely 60! I had plans to go out and do some heavy duty weeding and digging, but it's so grey and gloomy and cold that I'd rather just curl up in the house with a good book and a Coke... or a cup of cocoa! I don't want it to be 100 degrees, it doesn't have to be so hot I can cook meals on the sidewalk, but it's the middle of bloody June! Sun - you need to try harder!
I'm debating whether or not I'm going to take tomorrow off, or if I should just go in to work, since I didn't end up leaving town this weekend. Bah, what to do, what to do? If I knew it was going to be nice tomorrow I'd take the day, but you can't trust any weather reports, and if today is any indication I might as well just go to work and save the vacation day for some other time.
I can't really win with this weather. When it was so hot the joints in my hands were so swollen it ached to do anything. Now that it's cold again they're so stiff it's an effort to move them. *sighs* I hate you, arthritis. And you, too, psoriasis. You both suck!
Friday I had a little surprise party for my dad, since he's out of town this weekend and won't be home for his birthday. He doesn't really care one way or the other about his birthday, but I wanted to make sure he wasn't forgotten, and that he got something kind of nice. I'd bought him a book, and wanted to make sure he had it before he left town, in case he wanted to take it along. So, I left work early on Thursday so I could stop at Cub and pick up a cheesecake sampler plate, and brought it and the book over to their house for dinner Friday. It was nice, he seemed to like his gifts, and sounded thankful that I had done something special for him. But he and my brother were snipping at each other right before I left, and he seemed a little quiet the whole evening, so I left feeling kind of sad, like maybe I hadn't done enough. I cried for most of the night when I got home, I just felt for some reason like I had failed him, or let him down, and that my little cheesecake and whatnot wasn't enough to make up for the fact that I'm a loser. But then when he called from the cabin yesterday and I was talking with him, he sounded really happy and in good spirits, so I felt better. I've been riding an emotional roller-coaster all week, and have been over-reacting to things, so I'm not surprised if what I was reading as melancholy or disappointment was just tiredness.
I'm a little worried about making ends meet this month. Money's a little tight, and I'm not totally sure how I'm going to get everything paid, without dipping into savings, which I really don't want to have to do. *sighs* We'll see. Might have to tighten the ol' belt and go without on a few things for the next month or so, let my finances catch back up with me.
I'm debating whether or not I'm going to take tomorrow off, or if I should just go in to work, since I didn't end up leaving town this weekend. Bah, what to do, what to do? If I knew it was going to be nice tomorrow I'd take the day, but you can't trust any weather reports, and if today is any indication I might as well just go to work and save the vacation day for some other time.
I can't really win with this weather. When it was so hot the joints in my hands were so swollen it ached to do anything. Now that it's cold again they're so stiff it's an effort to move them. *sighs* I hate you, arthritis. And you, too, psoriasis. You both suck!
Friday I had a little surprise party for my dad, since he's out of town this weekend and won't be home for his birthday. He doesn't really care one way or the other about his birthday, but I wanted to make sure he wasn't forgotten, and that he got something kind of nice. I'd bought him a book, and wanted to make sure he had it before he left town, in case he wanted to take it along. So, I left work early on Thursday so I could stop at Cub and pick up a cheesecake sampler plate, and brought it and the book over to their house for dinner Friday. It was nice, he seemed to like his gifts, and sounded thankful that I had done something special for him. But he and my brother were snipping at each other right before I left, and he seemed a little quiet the whole evening, so I left feeling kind of sad, like maybe I hadn't done enough. I cried for most of the night when I got home, I just felt for some reason like I had failed him, or let him down, and that my little cheesecake and whatnot wasn't enough to make up for the fact that I'm a loser. But then when he called from the cabin yesterday and I was talking with him, he sounded really happy and in good spirits, so I felt better. I've been riding an emotional roller-coaster all week, and have been over-reacting to things, so I'm not surprised if what I was reading as melancholy or disappointment was just tiredness.
I'm a little worried about making ends meet this month. Money's a little tight, and I'm not totally sure how I'm going to get everything paid, without dipping into savings, which I really don't want to have to do. *sighs* We'll see. Might have to tighten the ol' belt and go without on a few things for the next month or so, let my finances catch back up with me.