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verbicideLast night was fun. Went out for beer and more nachos than my diet permits with Judy and Ellie at Red Door in Fremont. It was nice to catch up with them. Judy's just come back from visiting friends in Santa Barbara and much cooing was done over her goddaughter's pictures.
However, tonight kind of sucks. The weekend frenzy doesn't start until tomorrow. I wish fun would disperse itself a bit more evenly *annoyed* It's feast or famine, dammit. Normally I love my own company, because I am an egomaniac, but for some reason tonight I'm just restless.
Stayed up late last night with too much self analysis and too many dark thoughts. Frustrated as could not articulate them or properly get anything down on paper. Slept in late. Woke up bored. And have remained thus since. Finally decided to smack self out of self pity and am immersing self in Victor Hugo. What are my petty complaints compared to Eponine, Grantaire and poor Jean Valjean?
Did finally get some excitement when a good friend needed tech support. It's true. It is better with someone you love.
However, tonight kind of sucks. The weekend frenzy doesn't start until tomorrow. I wish fun would disperse itself a bit more evenly *annoyed* It's feast or famine, dammit. Normally I love my own company, because I am an egomaniac, but for some reason tonight I'm just restless.
Stayed up late last night with too much self analysis and too many dark thoughts. Frustrated as could not articulate them or properly get anything down on paper. Slept in late. Woke up bored. And have remained thus since. Finally decided to smack self out of self pity and am immersing self in Victor Hugo. What are my petty complaints compared to Eponine, Grantaire and poor Jean Valjean?
Did finally get some excitement when a good friend needed tech support. It's true. It is better with someone you love.
