The Monday blues..

When your feet hurt at nine am, you really know it's going to be a very long day. But at least it's half over now, and most of my work is done.. still wish it was Friday, though!

monday night

Can't remember what I wanted to write about, and don't want to whine again, so this might be a bit of a wasted space. I don't have any more hormonal reasons for weepiness, there's nothing really wrong with life, but I still feel a little down. Maybe I should go back to school. Because, you know, it did me so much good before.

Anyway. My sweetie husband cooked dinner for me. (Spaghetti, and it was good.) The feet never stopped hurting, and by afternoon, I had a backache to go with it. I laid on the couch until dinner and that helped some. And Homefront was on tonight.. I'm really enjoying seeing it again. I worked on my tatting before getting pissed off at it and throwing it down. Broke the damned string when opening the same ring for the second time. I know better than to keep at it when my mind isn't focused, so I guess it was my own fault. I did finish the fourth round of my doily last night during Star Wars, though.. really didn't enjoy it. It had a tiny ring, a larger ring and a tiny ring all in a row, like a ugly narrow cloverleaf with a chain bridging between each one, and of course, the chains were hard to get close to each other because of the length of space from one side of the rings to the other. I'm sure you all know exactly what I'm talking about. Not that it matters.

I did have a good laugh tonight. My mother called.. they were eating dinner when four extremely freaky-looking people came in. Shaved heads, long ponytails, goth clothing, makeup, bright red and green hair, etc. (At this point in the story, I giggled a little and said I thought I knew where this story was going. Lis, you might too.. hehe.) Mom pointed them out to Dad, and they both had that "ewww, gross, how awful!" discussion that normal people have when confronted with utterly clueless freaks. Then Mom suddenly realizes that GreenHair is actually D, my high school boyfriend type guy. Dad became even more horrified. *laugh* They pretended not to notice so as to avoid awkward conversation. It just made me laugh because.. he's 24 years old, for pete's sake. Shouldn't he be rather old for that sort of nonsense? As I said to M (in a relatively rare conversation involving this guy.. not something we talk about very much).. it wasn't surprising but perhaps a little disappointing in a distant sort of way. He wasn't always trashy and freaky, and even if things didn't end well--which is a novel in itself that I no longer care enough to ramble about--I still know that he could do better with his life. At the same time, the overwhelming emotion (besides giggliness, naturally) when I think of it again is relief that it's no longer my problem even in the slightest.

My brain just took a connecting train from this subject to a completely unrelated one, but it occured to me as I tried to put thoughts into words that I really don't want to go into all of that either. It really just boils down to what I've griped about before.. how horrible some people are with money. Get a job and stop spending all your money on pot, you creep! One of those phrases that I occasionally have to restrain myself from using.

Anyway, it's bedtime and I'm a sleepy bitchy girl who needs her daily dose of snuggling. And as M reminds me, only one more day before my day off. Oh, right, that's what I was going to say. Carolyn is coming back to work part-time at the store. We'll see how that turns out.. I'm sure I'll mention it again soon in some capacity. At least I won't feel as guilty about my days off anymore. :) Anyway, night night.