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Narky, Bitchy, and Poor.
Tuesday, September 30th, 2003 11:15 am
I've been bitchy lately. Mostly because of much over-tiredness. For a whole week I got up at a time which, while not early for others, was definitely early for me. The result was my being so tired Friday night when I finally got home from work I couldn't stop crying and also couldn't sleep for a while.
Then on Saturday I got up early again and went to be with a friend at his dad's funeral down in Kelmscott. The rest of the day I spent making many stupid faux pas all day and feeling spastic, and also created a very unpleasant tension between Z and myself where I not only felt like a spoilt teenager, but I got Z so pissed off at me that I was rather frightened by the look in his eyes. My narkiness then prolonged that idiotic tension until last night, although I think I managed to make it ok again. Will find out tonight.
Sleeping good again now, and have made a small effort, but still an effort, at improving my diet to include some healthy food again. Lack of good nutrition also causing me to break, you see. Alas, I shall be bitchy and narky for a little while longer, because I break much more easily than I fix again afterwards.
In other news, I went to the beach on Sunday. It was a staff outing, so I decided to go despite how much I hate the beach. It turned out to be an ok day, despite my locking my keys and valubles in the car for safety and then losing the single key I had on me for the door. A work friend was kind and lent me her mobile, where I proceeded to make that save-me-mummy phonecall. Mum was babysitting Lawrence, my nephew, at the time, but she still went to Queens Park to get the spare keys my brother has and then travelled all the way to Scarborough beach to save me. The things parents do for their kids, even when their kids have moved out, eh? Mum told Lawrence he would only get five minutes to swim, but Lawrence decided he wanted to anyway. I hadn't had much of a swim, and about the time I felt like swimming again was about the time I'd lost my key and had to sit next to my friend's mobile waiting for a return call from Mum. So I went into the water with Lawrence and kept him safe from waves, although he wasn't scared at all, until I was sure he'd be able to handle being swept of his feet. Then I went a little further and swam for a small amount of time. I discovered that I don't hate the beach as much as I thought, and waves aren't _that_ bad, although maybe my being a little taller than last time helps with that. It is conceivable that I will go to the beach again sometime before this summer is over.
In other news, I'm a little poor lately. Not that it would usually matter, but I'm supposed to be saving for my car rego which is due in two weeks. I should put in a little more time at work, but I've been in that can't-be-stuffed, do-no-more-than-strictly-necessary funk for a while, and last week only served to amplify that. That leaves me with the option I usually take of sitting back, crossing my fingers, and hoping like hell that it will all work out like it usually does. *crosses fingers*. And it's not really as bad as I'm making out either, I'm just in that crappy mood where everything is at least twice as bad than in reality. THE bad thing about needing to save extra money on top of not having much is this: I cannot justify buying a movie ticket or two in order to see A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. *cries*. I miss out on what I think will be an excellent movie, _and_ I miss out on Sean Connery goodness. *mourns loss*. I have to wait yet more weeks before getting my fix, after waiting so long already. *drama queens*
I'm going to go off and keep my foul mood to myself now. Anyone reading this is advised to avoid me for a week or two, since even when I get over my foulness, my make-stupid-faux-pas will still be there and cause me to feel very awkward. In order to prevent this from happening, as I do not need a reason to keep in my mood, avoid me. AVOID ME LIKE THE PLAGUE! Well, not that much, but still. At least for two weeks.
Then on Saturday I got up early again and went to be with a friend at his dad's funeral down in Kelmscott. The rest of the day I spent making many stupid faux pas all day and feeling spastic, and also created a very unpleasant tension between Z and myself where I not only felt like a spoilt teenager, but I got Z so pissed off at me that I was rather frightened by the look in his eyes. My narkiness then prolonged that idiotic tension until last night, although I think I managed to make it ok again. Will find out tonight.
Sleeping good again now, and have made a small effort, but still an effort, at improving my diet to include some healthy food again. Lack of good nutrition also causing me to break, you see. Alas, I shall be bitchy and narky for a little while longer, because I break much more easily than I fix again afterwards.
In other news, I went to the beach on Sunday. It was a staff outing, so I decided to go despite how much I hate the beach. It turned out to be an ok day, despite my locking my keys and valubles in the car for safety and then losing the single key I had on me for the door. A work friend was kind and lent me her mobile, where I proceeded to make that save-me-mummy phonecall. Mum was babysitting Lawrence, my nephew, at the time, but she still went to Queens Park to get the spare keys my brother has and then travelled all the way to Scarborough beach to save me. The things parents do for their kids, even when their kids have moved out, eh? Mum told Lawrence he would only get five minutes to swim, but Lawrence decided he wanted to anyway. I hadn't had much of a swim, and about the time I felt like swimming again was about the time I'd lost my key and had to sit next to my friend's mobile waiting for a return call from Mum. So I went into the water with Lawrence and kept him safe from waves, although he wasn't scared at all, until I was sure he'd be able to handle being swept of his feet. Then I went a little further and swam for a small amount of time. I discovered that I don't hate the beach as much as I thought, and waves aren't _that_ bad, although maybe my being a little taller than last time helps with that. It is conceivable that I will go to the beach again sometime before this summer is over.
In other news, I'm a little poor lately. Not that it would usually matter, but I'm supposed to be saving for my car rego which is due in two weeks. I should put in a little more time at work, but I've been in that can't-be-stuffed, do-no-more-than-strictly-necessary funk for a while, and last week only served to amplify that. That leaves me with the option I usually take of sitting back, crossing my fingers, and hoping like hell that it will all work out like it usually does. *crosses fingers*. And it's not really as bad as I'm making out either, I'm just in that crappy mood where everything is at least twice as bad than in reality. THE bad thing about needing to save extra money on top of not having much is this: I cannot justify buying a movie ticket or two in order to see A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. *cries*. I miss out on what I think will be an excellent movie, _and_ I miss out on Sean Connery goodness. *mourns loss*. I have to wait yet more weeks before getting my fix, after waiting so long already. *drama queens*
I'm going to go off and keep my foul mood to myself now. Anyone reading this is advised to avoid me for a week or two, since even when I get over my foulness, my make-stupid-faux-pas will still be there and cause me to feel very awkward. In order to prevent this from happening, as I do not need a reason to keep in my mood, avoid me. AVOID ME LIKE THE PLAGUE! Well, not that much, but still. At least for two weeks.
