Another Weekend Come and Gone
That one was faster than average, I think due to spending most of Saturday in a drugged-out haze, in search of some form of sleep. Prescription meds can be a good way to find some rest, but a good way to lose some serious time too.
In other news, I am no better at relating to other people than I ever was, and tend to spend most of my time befuddled, running into walls and banging my head against them. I must really like that. People confound me. But I have it on good authority that I am dealing with some really confounding people, so it’s not entirely my own fault.
Dinner at the Stables on Saturday, for which I was barely conscious, but the food that I came home with tasted good the next day, so I suppose that was a success. Big Ass Indie Craft show was visited, but is mostly a big blurry cloud of felt and string and buttons—aside from the utter FAIL of parallel parking I tried to accomplish in front of the place. Was it my imagination, or was there a cop standing there? I think I ran over a curb too. Let’s see, after that I had another nap, some going out, an extremely ill-advised adult beverage, threw a minor fit, was consoled and then came home and went to bed, all piqued-out. I no longer remember what my issue was, but I was angry about it, dammit, and I was not going to take it anymore. So there.
Sunday was blissful, chilled-out normalcy, yummy brunch, yummy Mexican for dinner and the worst movie I’ve ever seen. And now it’s Monday again, and I resolve firmly to do much better next weekend.
Really.
Not that that sort of vow has helped me out any in the last eight months, but maybe this weekend?
Maybe?
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