This is the post that should have gone up on... Monday, I think.
It was a miserable day, when compared to the beauty that was my weekend. I was in pain, and I felt kind of sick the whole day. Tack on a big glob of exhaustion, and it was a right shite day.
Well, when I feel achey and miserable, nothing lifts my spirits more than a Chai frappucino from Starbucks. Seeing as my car is still in the shop, I am carpooling with Mom, and I asked if we could stop by there.
She gave me a guilt trip about spending money at Starbucks, in response. I was confused. I had been in a good mood, but she just kind of stomped on the last bit of optimism I had hanging on at that point. I was going to pay, and get her something if she wanted it, but I just let it go.
I did not want a fight about it, I just wanted to get home.
I sat in silence on the rest of the ride home, and she decided that I must be angry with her. So she kept apologizing. No amount of telling her I wasn't mad at her would make it sink in, so there was nothing I could do.
I was hurt and confused, not angry. I just wanted some tea to soothe the warring emotions of the day, not a guilt trip and a half.
We got home, the internet was busted. So my connection to people I still felt comfortable talking to was taken from me.
I texted C to complain, and as to be expected, he called me within 60 seconds. I have him trained well, I fear.
He listened and sympathized and let me rant, then we talked about less depressing subject matters, but I was too far gone. I needed sleep, and I needed to be off the phone, lest I burst out crying and make the conversation very awkward.
Anyway. This weekend:
Munchkin at IHOP! New and exciting people! Invitations to drink until I couldn't feel my face!
Miss Lissa showed me a fantastic time on Friday. I had a blast and would do it again in a heartbeat. This is what I have been missing by being locked in my room for a few years. Whoda thunk?
Wicked, the Musical! With Linz and Mom! Ah, happier times. The show was pretty much amazing. Glinda was spot-on. In fact, my only complaint was in Elphaba.
The girl did a great job, don't get me wrong, but her singing left a great deal to be desired, to me. I know it's hard following in the footsteps of Idina Menzel, but come ON. Sing powerfully, don't shriek.
I'm just jealous, don't mind me.
C is inviting me to play a new game with him. I'm going to investigate and see if it is worth it.
Toodles.
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2007-05-10
