I Give Up

Whoa.  What a week.  I'm in one of those "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.  Let's go eat some worms" moods.  Actually, it would be more apt to say "I don't like anyone, I hate everybody.  Let them go eat worms." 

When I get like this, I shift into analytical mode.  I try to find the catalysts.  I can think of several, but I don't want to think about it, so I won't spend time describing them.  Except to say that I'm smart enough to know that I need to retreat, give it some time, and figure it all out in the morning.  When I'm rested.  Rational.  Reasonable. 

Also, it should be noted that a catalyst is something that causes a reaction without being affected itself.  Wow.  I can think of a few people who fall into this category.  Emotional Vampire comes to mind.

And since I'm sitting here, contemplating my navel and a desolate social life with no plans at all for the weekend (that don't involve closing December books),  I'm gonna figure out some way to comfort myself.  I think it will involve a hot bubble bath, watercolors and a glue gun.

First, though, I'm gonna heat up some leftover chinese takeout for The Daddler.  Egg drop soup, General Tsou shrimp, and Moo Shu pork.  Yum.  I'm so glad he's not a picky eater.

He's been incredibly sweet lately.  That comforts me.  Immensely.

All for now...