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the mountains said I could find you here
Nov. 14th, 2012 05:30 pm I woke up this morning with the great and intense urge to cry myself back to sleep. No real reason, nothing had upset me, just stupid hormones making me do stupid shit that does make any sense.
Thankfully, I didn't decide to curl back up in the blankets and cry. Tony had an appointment at his therapists and I ended up complaining about everything I came across instead, which made me less sad and more aggravated with people who are out in the afternoon. There were two people in the waiting room who didn't know what inside voices were and they both sounded like they'd been smoking since conception. There was a lesbian couple who sat turned in the chairs, looking longingly into each others' eyes, talking about their future and kissing. I don't give a shit what your sexual orientation is, but that's uncomfortable for everyone present. I don't want to see heterosexual people looking longing at each other and pecking each other on the lips in public, I don't want to see homosexual people doing it either. It's great that you're in love, but this has reached a level of awkward I don't like.
I did manage to get a little writing done for NaNo on my tablet, however. I probably would have done more, but the virtual keyboard is a pain in the ass and I kept hitting the 'home' button and having to pull the office app back up. But I'll write more of it tonight, it's a start, at least. I'm about 4,600 words behind, which isn't all that bad.
Then, Walmart. Which was just Walmart in terms of midday aggravation.
Now, I am home and feeling a bit better. I have to venture down into the frigid kitchen to make dinner soon, but it'll warm up soon enough and Deancat always like to keep me company when I'm cooking.
Payday is Friday, though most of it is going to pay part rent. That's okay. Money hasn't been as bad as it was last year, but it's still disconcerting to get a paycheck and have it all gone the same day. But I'll be back at the bookstore next month (if I'm lucky, after Thanksgiving break) and that'll mean a paycheck every week, then financial aid for the Spring semester.
We're thinking of going to see The Man with the Iron Fists on Monday.I kind of wanted to see Wreck-It Ralph, but I think everyone I know has already seen it! I hardly go to the movies anymore, half because there's little I want to see and half because going to the movies alone is kind of lame. I saw The Hunger Games alone, but that's only because I missed catching it with friends by, like, one showing. I do kind of miss how Tony and I (and Rob) used to go see movies all the time at the theater.
Thankfully, I didn't decide to curl back up in the blankets and cry. Tony had an appointment at his therapists and I ended up complaining about everything I came across instead, which made me less sad and more aggravated with people who are out in the afternoon. There were two people in the waiting room who didn't know what inside voices were and they both sounded like they'd been smoking since conception. There was a lesbian couple who sat turned in the chairs, looking longingly into each others' eyes, talking about their future and kissing. I don't give a shit what your sexual orientation is, but that's uncomfortable for everyone present. I don't want to see heterosexual people looking longing at each other and pecking each other on the lips in public, I don't want to see homosexual people doing it either. It's great that you're in love, but this has reached a level of awkward I don't like.
I did manage to get a little writing done for NaNo on my tablet, however. I probably would have done more, but the virtual keyboard is a pain in the ass and I kept hitting the 'home' button and having to pull the office app back up. But I'll write more of it tonight, it's a start, at least. I'm about 4,600 words behind, which isn't all that bad.
Then, Walmart. Which was just Walmart in terms of midday aggravation.
Now, I am home and feeling a bit better. I have to venture down into the frigid kitchen to make dinner soon, but it'll warm up soon enough and Deancat always like to keep me company when I'm cooking.
Payday is Friday, though most of it is going to pay part rent. That's okay. Money hasn't been as bad as it was last year, but it's still disconcerting to get a paycheck and have it all gone the same day. But I'll be back at the bookstore next month (if I'm lucky, after Thanksgiving break) and that'll mean a paycheck every week, then financial aid for the Spring semester.
We're thinking of going to see The Man with the Iron Fists on Monday.I kind of wanted to see Wreck-It Ralph, but I think everyone I know has already seen it! I hardly go to the movies anymore, half because there's little I want to see and half because going to the movies alone is kind of lame. I saw The Hunger Games alone, but that's only because I missed catching it with friends by, like, one showing. I do kind of miss how Tony and I (and Rob) used to go see movies all the time at the theater.
