Shoe Horn, Anyone?
Tonight sure did take a spectacular nose dive.
It took us six restaurants to find somewhere that wasn't packed or just way too expensive. It took forever to find somewhere to eat- and nearly 40 miles of circular driving. The one we did find had good food but the only other table there (after silent guy sitting behind us left) was a six top with some very loud people- they even shouted a couple of times. It must be quite something to have the entire restaurant to yourself- or awfully blissful to act like you do.
We met with some friends on the way back from the restaurant and I spit out 1 sentence thoughtlessly that completely ruined the evening, at least for me. I don't know how I could have said what I did... it wasn't meant to be taken anything like it was, but in hindsight understand how it was taken that way. I sat there speechless long enough realize that I was going to cry and there was nothing to be done about it. So I got up and went out side... and I bawled. When I finally came back it took ages to work up the courage to say anything at all. I tried to apologize. I don't know whether or not the apology was accepted. I don't know where we are now. I feel wretched. I haven't felt this bad and in the wrong since Gill in 2005. It's taken me mucking around with Photoshop for almost 2 hours to calm me down, but I still have a huge lump in my throat. I really don't know what else to do about that right now. I didn't realize I had such staggering levels of idiocy left in me.
My mystery printer issue remains yet unsolved.
Everything tonight has been not quite right. I really could have done with something being uncomplicated, correct, and even mildly successful.
Well, here's hoping that 8:30am treats me better and spending time with some four legged critters of the equine, sheep, goat, and etc varieties in conjunction with my camera will lend some cheer. Nothing lifts my spirits more than taking pictures. Let's hope it works tomorrow. (And who knows, I might even post some pictures! Fancy that!)
Goodnight World.
I always feel bad for the baby when I cry. I hope I'm not hurting it.
It took us six restaurants to find somewhere that wasn't packed or just way too expensive. It took forever to find somewhere to eat- and nearly 40 miles of circular driving. The one we did find had good food but the only other table there (after silent guy sitting behind us left) was a six top with some very loud people- they even shouted a couple of times. It must be quite something to have the entire restaurant to yourself- or awfully blissful to act like you do.
We met with some friends on the way back from the restaurant and I spit out 1 sentence thoughtlessly that completely ruined the evening, at least for me. I don't know how I could have said what I did... it wasn't meant to be taken anything like it was, but in hindsight understand how it was taken that way. I sat there speechless long enough realize that I was going to cry and there was nothing to be done about it. So I got up and went out side... and I bawled. When I finally came back it took ages to work up the courage to say anything at all. I tried to apologize. I don't know whether or not the apology was accepted. I don't know where we are now. I feel wretched. I haven't felt this bad and in the wrong since Gill in 2005. It's taken me mucking around with Photoshop for almost 2 hours to calm me down, but I still have a huge lump in my throat. I really don't know what else to do about that right now. I didn't realize I had such staggering levels of idiocy left in me.
My mystery printer issue remains yet unsolved.
Everything tonight has been not quite right. I really could have done with something being uncomplicated, correct, and even mildly successful.
Well, here's hoping that 8:30am treats me better and spending time with some four legged critters of the equine, sheep, goat, and etc varieties in conjunction with my camera will lend some cheer. Nothing lifts my spirits more than taking pictures. Let's hope it works tomorrow. (And who knows, I might even post some pictures! Fancy that!)
Goodnight World.
I always feel bad for the baby when I cry. I hope I'm not hurting it.