Unexpected turn of events.

My mom called this morning to let me know that they were buying the produce market after all, and taking it over today. This was highly unexected and completely altered my plans for the day. Remember all of that productive crap I was talking about earlier this week? Seems that might be down the drain, as apparently I'm officially an employee of Gilliam's Produce as of today. I think it's a highly sad world one lives in when one goes to school for seventeen years and then is unemployed long enough that a fruit market sounds exciting.. but then again, we knew when we decided to stay in Morehead that it would very possibly end up this way. We're happy here, though it seems to confuse M's family. And in any event, it should be nice to get some extra money. :) I still need to figure out how to convince them that they need an internet connection, though. :)

As for tomorrow. I can work if I want to. The woman who came with the store is going to be working for at least a couple weeks to show us how it's done, so it's not required that I be there, and I'd like to spend time with my hubby. But I'm not entirely sure what we have planned, if anything. We were supposed to go up to my cousin's house to fix his computer, but I'm doing my extremely tired thing. I get that way for a few days every now and then. :) I was pleased when I realized that it was approximately time for me to be that tired, because it explained my intense desire for a nap yesterday and today. I was afraid I was getting sick yet again. It feels strange to even allude to this in an indirect way in a public place, even though I'm at the same time incredibly pissed off by how society makes secret female stuff an embarrassing, almost taboo, topic.

Speaking of pissed off, there's just one more thing I want to add. I'm so sick of this war. I'm sick of being dragged into conversations about it, and most of all, I'm mad at myself for allowing it to happen. I've had a lifelong struggle with tactfulness. As in.. I don't have it, period.. at least naturally. A year or two ago, I decided to work on my niceness skills, and I've done very well with it since I made the effort to not be completely honest with people. I don't even WANT to talk to these people, but I get so pissed off with narrow-mindedness--and I'm talking about both sides here. There was a some war conversation on the mud tonight (with a satisfying amount of cursing, which was stress-relieving *cackle* If I don't watch myself, I curse like a sailor on the mud), which reminded me of last week's discussion with my uncle. It made me feel bad for two days because I let myself slip and talked to him about it. I feel like an alcoholic or something. :) But I guess there's nothing for it but to keep going and try to get back on the bandwagon, or whatever they say. I just think that being disappointed with yourself is one of the suckiest feelings.