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Notes from Underground
Oct. 31st, 2003 11:23 amToday I am very cranky.
Last night was a birthday party for a friend at a Mexican restaurant. The food was OK, but the timing was unfortunate, as it kept me from from getting to Rose's at all. This was especially unfortunate because I have to go to Dayton on Monday and it may be three or four weeks before the next time I can go.
Instead, I spent the evening with Lauren and seven of her jappiest friends (even the goyim were pretty jappy). They're mostly married professionals with children, which is not necessarily bad, but combined with other things it results in a settled, mainstreamish lifestyle that is anathema to me. Still, they're some of Lauren's best friends, I generally do like them, and we can have fun together if I'm in the right mood. Last night, however, I was in the wrong mood, so I drank too much Sangria and had trouble sleeping.
I'd probably be less cranky if I had plans tonight that I was looking forward to. But I never made plans, thinking that the Dayton trip would start last Monday instead of this Monday. I couldn't really find something to do this week, either, and I haven't put a costume together. So far, the only thing that's come up is an invitation (which I don't feel comfortable declining) to go to shabbos dinner. The truth, though, is that if that's my only option, I'd really rather stay home, clean the apartment, and do some laundry.
Honestly, all this really means is that my depression is acting up, and that's probably because there are some things I need to do and say that I'd rather avoid. That and I'm still looking for alternatives for tonight.
Last night was a birthday party for a friend at a Mexican restaurant. The food was OK, but the timing was unfortunate, as it kept me from from getting to Rose's at all. This was especially unfortunate because I have to go to Dayton on Monday and it may be three or four weeks before the next time I can go.
Instead, I spent the evening with Lauren and seven of her jappiest friends (even the goyim were pretty jappy). They're mostly married professionals with children, which is not necessarily bad, but combined with other things it results in a settled, mainstreamish lifestyle that is anathema to me. Still, they're some of Lauren's best friends, I generally do like them, and we can have fun together if I'm in the right mood. Last night, however, I was in the wrong mood, so I drank too much Sangria and had trouble sleeping.
I'd probably be less cranky if I had plans tonight that I was looking forward to. But I never made plans, thinking that the Dayton trip would start last Monday instead of this Monday. I couldn't really find something to do this week, either, and I haven't put a costume together. So far, the only thing that's come up is an invitation (which I don't feel comfortable declining) to go to shabbos dinner. The truth, though, is that if that's my only option, I'd really rather stay home, clean the apartment, and do some laundry.
Honestly, all this really means is that my depression is acting up, and that's probably because there are some things I need to do and say that I'd rather avoid. That and I'm still looking for alternatives for tonight.
