Shut your iced-crappe-drinking trap, you yuppie trash.

Well, I didn't quite say that on the train this morning, since he never actually said anything to me directly, but there were several dirty looks. Mostly because I kept bumping into him because I had to push all up into him to make room for the people getting off the train, and I wouldn't have had to get so close to him if we BOTH moved, but since he didn't I had to make up for his lack of space relinquishing. He was part of the annoying hetero-appearing couple. The woman was no peach either -- she was the queen of eye-rolling (my absolute least favorite facial movement EVER ever ever ever ever -- if you like me, you'll NEVER never never do it to me).

But in the opposite corner, wearing purple shorts, were the competiation, another hetero-appearing couple who for some reason got points because the guy was sitting and she was standing, which was perfectly logical since she got off about 4 stops ahead of her. They were talking in a non-obnoxious tone (unlike my annoying friends next to me), and were generally being inconspicuous until her stop came up. She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. Then she started to side-step through the crowd to get through the door. She actually THANKED people for getting out of her way, and halfway through the obstacle course, she turned back to him and said "bye, I love you, have a good day." She took a few more steps and then right before leaving the train, she turned and said louder, "bye, I love you all, have a great day!" and exited right when the doors shut.

It warmed my heart. The boy with the red beard was grinning and slightly shaking his head but I knew he loved it. Hell, I loved it. I couldn't help but take it slightly personally since she also personally thanked me for making room for her to exit.

Damn, I don't want to be me this morning. I'm not very happy. I shouldn't have been drinking yesterday evening as a way of giving myself alone time in the midst of friends (don't ask, it made sense at the time). It just made me edgy and over-sensitive and easily annoyed by the exact opposite of what other folks see. I'm often this way though, it just doesn't necessarily effect my behavior or attitude. I'm often the person who gets along well with the person most folks hate or get annoyed by, but then I get turned off by other so-called easy-going individuals. I don't mean these in global terms necessarily. Why am I even on this topic? I'm completely unable to articulate this situation early in the morning.

I had no weekend, I just have a series of events pasted together with no moments to myself inbetween. For some reason I'm happy to be at work since I can almost be left alone. Too bad I don't have an office with a door to shut though. Meh, I'll survive soon enough, but I feel like I have some license to complain since my direct actions didn't cause the situation. Though I should be coping better. What's another 48 hours.

And as a random aside, ten bucks says Nicholas Cage will play the miner-husband (the guy who's on most of the front pages of papers) in the soon to be made movie.

....get your ass kicked, worse than that little limp bizkit bastard.

I'm really not having that horrible of a morning, day, weekend, etc. Really. Parts of the weekend were quite lovely, including seeing the About Face Youth Theatre production which made me feel simultaneously old and rejuvenated and inspired. I had a great date on Friday which included takeout sushi and a movie. And I really do like the friends that are staying with us. It's just that I haven't fully recovered from my vacation yet or had time to be home and just be. The Reign of Houseguest Terror is pretty mild on the scheme of things, particularly when compared to things like the Inquisition. And also having no money hasn't really helped my attitude. But tomorrow is payday, and I'll have some time along in the evenings, and hopefully this weekend no one will be in the house except the usual suspects.

And in case you didn't know, if I were a boyband popstar, I would be the guy pictured in my fanciful userpic fashioned by Little Miss wearemany. I didn't have to take some stupid online quiz to figure it out -- she told me. Or at least I'm choosing to blame her for this. It's almost enough to make me cut my hair again, even though I swore after reading the Spin article on the 'new mohawk' that I shaved it all off just in time.

Now maybe I should actually start on the huge piles of work surrounding me.

Adventures in Hypoglycemia

In an effort to possibly file a brief before going on vacation, my boss gave me some editing work to do while she was on lunch and I was on phones. No problem, except her directions where less clear than usual, supposedly because she was doing it on the train this morning. I finished as best I could, but not until it was nearly 2 pm. I never really ate breakfast and the only food available to me was a Lean Cuisine fettucine microwave meal (have I mentioned that I have no money? this food was available to me for free). I discovered that the reason these are diet type meals is NOT just because the food is loaded with fat substitute chemicals, but also because the portions are remarkably small. So here came the migraine, following right behind my low blood sugar. I managed to find some not-so-tasty beef jerky in my drawer which at least gave me protein, plus I down about 6 glucose tablets. Finally I remember that my vitamin supplements were still in my bag, leftover from vacation, and actually they seem to be helping. I'm still starving, but at least I don't fear fainting on the train.

My head still hurts. I look forward to going home and lying down. Why do I still do this to myself? When will I learn? Damn lazyperson.