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I hate three-day weekends...
Aug. 30th, 2003 01:45 pmWhy? Because when Monday is the third day, it completely negates the use of HAVING a three-day weekend.
I am currently at work.
I am quasi-working.
I am having violent mood swings. An hour ago, I was pretty happy - maybe a little too much so, actually. Just now I'm feeling rather mean and gripy.
We went to Mike's last night for dinner. He makes a fabulous goulash. Kelly was there, and was mostly civilized. We conversed about paranormal phenomena and spirituality. Mike shared some interesting theories and experiences, and he's barely 20. He's quite brilliant, really. I like hanging out with him, but last night I kept having things to interject, and no one would listen. Mostly +Kyle was the problem. I'd be just about to say something, then he would say something that inevitably changed the subject because he and Mike are both the type to argue a point for the sake of arguing it. UGH. I can't believe that my own husband is so inattentive when he's around his friends. So I was basically just there until Kelly left. It didn't really make me mad until now, since I'm thinking about it in an already foul mood. I had some interesting points to make, too, and the whole arguing just to argue thing makes me crazy.
Mike's going with us to Tulsa next month for the gun show, so no doubt we'll have some good conversation then as well.
I am seeping into another black phase. I've pulled out all my dark, depressing music, the really heavy stuff, and am getting into the makeup again. Wish I could find my black lipstick, not that +Kyle would approve of my wearing it. I also need eyeliner. And more black shirts. And some lighter foundation. This stuff is a little too dark for my skin tone anyway; not noticeably, if blended properly, but for this phase, yes...
Maybe I'll dig out the sketchpads again. My last black phase was great, creatively speaking. Oh yeah, I was miserable, but some of my best work came from then. I'm now regretting throwing away my glass painting. It really was quite good. Have a scan of it somewhere, but it's not the same, especially since the glass broke and did precisely what I wanted from the beginning. I still have the original pencil sketch somewhere...I think...
The problem with black is that I'm more inclined to do SI than when in pink phase. Can't afford to this week; probably until...Wednesday...we'll see after that. Maybe I won't feel like it then. It's a little hard to find a place to do anything anyway, being married now. Too many questions. Although...nahh... My right arm throbs today. Odd; I never did much with that arm, and never the inside of my elbow where it's bothering me.
I'm sitting at about 135, which is a good place to be, but I still need to tone up a lot. The weather has been so hot and humid that I haven't been working out for about a month. It's cooling off a little this week; hoping to get some of that in; it helps with the SI.
Oh yeah, I need some thank-you cards next time I'm out and about.
Bah. I need to work. Much to do before Tuesday, and we're STILL probably going to have to work late. Shelly said we should plan on ordering in. Joy.
I am currently at work.
I am quasi-working.
I am having violent mood swings. An hour ago, I was pretty happy - maybe a little too much so, actually. Just now I'm feeling rather mean and gripy.
We went to Mike's last night for dinner. He makes a fabulous goulash. Kelly was there, and was mostly civilized. We conversed about paranormal phenomena and spirituality. Mike shared some interesting theories and experiences, and he's barely 20. He's quite brilliant, really. I like hanging out with him, but last night I kept having things to interject, and no one would listen. Mostly +Kyle was the problem. I'd be just about to say something, then he would say something that inevitably changed the subject because he and Mike are both the type to argue a point for the sake of arguing it. UGH. I can't believe that my own husband is so inattentive when he's around his friends. So I was basically just there until Kelly left. It didn't really make me mad until now, since I'm thinking about it in an already foul mood. I had some interesting points to make, too, and the whole arguing just to argue thing makes me crazy.
Mike's going with us to Tulsa next month for the gun show, so no doubt we'll have some good conversation then as well.
I am seeping into another black phase. I've pulled out all my dark, depressing music, the really heavy stuff, and am getting into the makeup again. Wish I could find my black lipstick, not that +Kyle would approve of my wearing it. I also need eyeliner. And more black shirts. And some lighter foundation. This stuff is a little too dark for my skin tone anyway; not noticeably, if blended properly, but for this phase, yes...
Maybe I'll dig out the sketchpads again. My last black phase was great, creatively speaking. Oh yeah, I was miserable, but some of my best work came from then. I'm now regretting throwing away my glass painting. It really was quite good. Have a scan of it somewhere, but it's not the same, especially since the glass broke and did precisely what I wanted from the beginning. I still have the original pencil sketch somewhere...I think...
The problem with black is that I'm more inclined to do SI than when in pink phase. Can't afford to this week; probably until...Wednesday...we'll see after that. Maybe I won't feel like it then. It's a little hard to find a place to do anything anyway, being married now. Too many questions. Although...nahh... My right arm throbs today. Odd; I never did much with that arm, and never the inside of my elbow where it's bothering me.
I'm sitting at about 135, which is a good place to be, but I still need to tone up a lot. The weather has been so hot and humid that I haven't been working out for about a month. It's cooling off a little this week; hoping to get some of that in; it helps with the SI.
Oh yeah, I need some thank-you cards next time I'm out and about.
Bah. I need to work. Much to do before Tuesday, and we're STILL probably going to have to work late. Shelly said we should plan on ordering in. Joy.
