Monday, January 16, 2006
I hate heart cakes
I don't, actually. They're kinda cool. I just hate that I'm going to have to make 140 of them in about a week (while still attempting to get my regular work done).
Also, I'm kinda crabby cause I have this itch that won't go away, and it's driving me crazy. And I keep worrying about stupid stuff. And being cranky to my girlfriend, who totally doesn't deserve it, and clearly has enough crap of her own to deal with. And I forgot/never knew my grandfather's birthday. And I feel fat and unattractive and insecure and a zillion other kinds of miserable, and I don't even know why. I just do. Grr.
There doesn't seem to be anything I really want to do. I don't have any of my usual urges to blog or read or listen to music or anything. I went to see The Family Stone today, which I'd been looking forward to, but it wasn't quite what I was expecting, and I was unreasonably disappointed for that reason, but mostly because Sarah wasn't there to watch it with me.
I did get 100 CD-Rs for $15 at Planet Music, though. That made me pretty happy. And I got my mom's book copied onto a CD with a minimum of hassle and found my dad a book on networking (apparently their network is being difficult).
I also switched to a new phone plan that includes unlimited long distance so I don't have to buy phone card minutes all the time to talk to Sarah (yay!). And I wrote a pretty decent-sized chapter in our book. Whoo! It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I was having writer's block, and I was worried that I would sit and stare at the screen and nothing would come, but somehow it just sort of flowed after I got the first sentence and checked a few facts from the earlier chapters.
Also, I'm kinda crabby cause I have this itch that won't go away, and it's driving me crazy. And I keep worrying about stupid stuff. And being cranky to my girlfriend, who totally doesn't deserve it, and clearly has enough crap of her own to deal with. And I forgot/never knew my grandfather's birthday. And I feel fat and unattractive and insecure and a zillion other kinds of miserable, and I don't even know why. I just do. Grr.
There doesn't seem to be anything I really want to do. I don't have any of my usual urges to blog or read or listen to music or anything. I went to see The Family Stone today, which I'd been looking forward to, but it wasn't quite what I was expecting, and I was unreasonably disappointed for that reason, but mostly because Sarah wasn't there to watch it with me.
I did get 100 CD-Rs for $15 at Planet Music, though. That made me pretty happy. And I got my mom's book copied onto a CD with a minimum of hassle and found my dad a book on networking (apparently their network is being difficult).
I also switched to a new phone plan that includes unlimited long distance so I don't have to buy phone card minutes all the time to talk to Sarah (yay!). And I wrote a pretty decent-sized chapter in our book. Whoo! It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I was having writer's block, and I was worried that I would sit and stare at the screen and nothing would come, but somehow it just sort of flowed after I got the first sentence and checked a few facts from the earlier chapters.
