not working, hence not answering the phone tomorrow for fucking anything
I'm overtired and getting irrationally angry at people who don't deserve it and really annoyed with my friends who don't understand that no, I'm not fucking okay. Maybe you could come over to my house once in a goddamn blue moon because going to yours reminds me of my fucking dead grandfather that I miss like hell!
Yeah, I came home and cried about it. Him. Being gone. Friends not understanding going to their house hurts. Etc. Fucking grief.
Sorry. My mood soured suddenly about an hour ago and I can't really explain it. Now I'm cranky and bitchy and thankful to be home. I got up at like, 6:45 this morning and have not eaten much or slept at all since then, and it's starting to show. It's like someone flipped a switch and I very suddenly did not want to be at the Steidleys with their family friends (who I don't know/have met maybe twice and didn't get reintroduced to, thanks) and neighbors. Schmoozing just was not on the schedule. Plus, Amalie wasn't even paying me attention -- which is a rather selfish thing to demand of her, the girl'd been up just as long as I had, performed AND graduated. But that's my unexplained/explored frustrations with her bubbling to the surface again. (so in re: to my last post, it did prove interesting.)
Thanks be to God for the J not being open tomorrow (it's some Jew holiday; don't judge me, I know enough of them to say that by proxy without backlash). I'm going to get to sleep. In. And not work. HA. NOT WORK. A phrase I don't say often. My theory is, since I'm leaving so early I need to work pretty much every day to make enough money to last me. *sigh* Especially if I spend it like I plan on spending it, on my Voyager and/or The Nanny DVDs. Or other box sets that I suddenly cannot live without.
In other news, I saw Emily and Katie today! I have a present for the former but not the latter, and I need to spend some quality time with both of them in the near future.
And to brighten my day before I go to sleep:
I LOVE THE INTERNET SFM.
BRB LOLING FOREVER
Yeah, I came home and cried about it. Him. Being gone. Friends not understanding going to their house hurts. Etc. Fucking grief.
Sorry. My mood soured suddenly about an hour ago and I can't really explain it. Now I'm cranky and bitchy and thankful to be home. I got up at like, 6:45 this morning and have not eaten much or slept at all since then, and it's starting to show. It's like someone flipped a switch and I very suddenly did not want to be at the Steidleys with their family friends (who I don't know/have met maybe twice and didn't get reintroduced to, thanks) and neighbors. Schmoozing just was not on the schedule. Plus, Amalie wasn't even paying me attention -- which is a rather selfish thing to demand of her, the girl'd been up just as long as I had, performed AND graduated. But that's my unexplained/explored frustrations with her bubbling to the surface again. (so in re: to my last post, it did prove interesting.)
Thanks be to God for the J not being open tomorrow (it's some Jew holiday; don't judge me, I know enough of them to say that by proxy without backlash). I'm going to get to sleep. In. And not work. HA. NOT WORK. A phrase I don't say often. My theory is, since I'm leaving so early I need to work pretty much every day to make enough money to last me. *sigh* Especially if I spend it like I plan on spending it, on my Voyager and/or The Nanny DVDs. Or other box sets that I suddenly cannot live without.
In other news, I saw Emily and Katie today! I have a present for the former but not the latter, and I need to spend some quality time with both of them in the near future.
And to brighten my day before I go to sleep:
I LOVE THE INTERNET SFM.
BRB LOLING FOREVER