Was supposed to go see Martix: Reloaded today. Didn't get to 'cos Aunt Tudi wasn't feeling well. Hoped that Llew would come over anyway since I haven't bloody seen him all week. He didn't. Too busy with his flying machines, it seems. What did I do? I sat in the fucking dark and watched Ringu and then The Ring. What better way to start out a sure-to-be-shitty week than intentionally creeping myself out and insuring another week of heebie-jeebie-driven insomnia?
Yeah, I know it's PMS talking, but damn! I'm always doing what everyone else wants to do, always giving in, always trying to be agreeable and it seems that whatever I would like to do invariably gets screwed up or thrown to the back burner. So this self-indulgent pity-fest of mine triggered a miasma of other poor-pitiful-me observances that aren't even worth noting here.
It's been a crap day and a crap weekend, but it's still better I'm sure than tomorrow will be.
Life is pretty damned pathetic when one ends up being thankful for the days that are less shitty than the others.
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