Man, there is nuthin' worse than spending Friday night with your folks. Chatting amiably with them. And feelin' all guilty 'cuz they, like, focused all their attention on you, and be all supportive in their own parental way, and you wished nothing but to get the hell away from 'em, out of the house, into the night. Forgive me parents.
Where the hell are my brother/his wife? They're supposed to be here...and accompany me to get through this.
I'm missin' somebody so bad, and playing Daniel Powter's Bad Day over and over and over ain't good for my mood.
On the other hand?
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061013/ap_on_re_eu/nobel_peace Makes me happy in a thousand ways. I'm a long time fan of Yunus. I never forget his words: to help people out of poverty with dignity.
However,
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061009/ap_en_ot/cbgb_s_shutdown_5 Makes me sad 'cuz I planned to at least stand in front of its door.
Anyway. I shouldn't be so grateful. Tonight's dinner was the most delicious I've tasted in a year. And I'm not even kidding. Just the right ingredients for my tastebuds. And the fruits, and the desserts and even my milk with tea. My stomach is full. My heart is empty.
Chatting with a good friend now, I should be thankful for that at least. (Love you Pril!)