foul mood

Honestly... without too much detail, I just want to say it was a bad weekend. Or at least the last few hours of it were. Could the world just get off my back? I wanted today to get some productive work done for my real life job and some chill time. Sunday is my day to be zen and get in the right mindset to begin the week. Today is MY DAY. Too bad everyone wanted me to do something else. The two worst being window sealer, cleaning the kitchen where dishes were over a week old, and just this and that. I don't think I've ever woken up in a foul mood as I have today. I get up and the first thing I hear is someone yelling at me. :-/

I haven't blogged in a while. Hmm. Think happy. Think happy. Well, Thanksgiving was nice. So much food, I thought I was going to die. We went pretty psycho. But John was an excellent chef and the food was fabulous. I contributed green bean casserole and stuffing - easy stuff. I'm not exactly the most graceful person in the kitchen.

My Scrabble wins are piling up. I've only lost to Lisa thrice, and she hasn't beat me since early November. We've discussed it and we've come up with a solution: she needs to learn how to play a balance of defense with offense. Making a good and valuable word that doesn't leave your opponents with a lot to work on. Offense won't always win you the game. Lee is also right up there. She'll get her first win someday. Scrabble is about 75% skill and 25% luck of drawing the high value letters.

Emerson's radio station 88.9 rocks. It is so crazy. They have very fun themed programs. Some nights it's reggae/hip hop. Others, it's musicals and movie sountracks. And sometimes all a capella. I bet there are more, but I'm only in my car so often. It's so diverse and not horribly mainstream. It's just what I need in the car. That and the soundtrack to Rent. I can't stop listening to it. :-)

Took Patrick for one last hurrah. Moe's and a movie and some SNL. Pretty typical. I know he will be pretty darn happy to leave this chapter behind and officially live the government worker life in Maryland. Whatever makes the man happy! Just as long as he stays in touch. I don't ask much of friends... just to stay friends.

Adrenaline is a bitch. I stayed up late Saturday night and it's going to bite me in the ass tonight, as my body isn't quite ready for sleep. But at least Mitch was up, so it gave me a distraction from listlessly staring into space.

I feel just... down right rotten. I've felt incredibly lonely this past week. This weekend even more so. I'm not sure what it is. And no one to talk to about it really. Everyone I would approach has definitely crossed me the wrong way this weekend. I think people forget how easy it is to hurt a friend's feelings. And how easy it is for the hurt friend not to say a single word. Defense mechanism, people. Self-preservation. What a vicious cycle.