Have some good news but feel funny imparting it as am tremendously grouchy today and have my whiny pants on. Not my sexiest pants, for sure. But here it is, anyway.
Played in the improv tournament last night, the Cage Match at Havana Restaurant, and we, "Math", won the night. Can't say I'm not happy about it. Friendly competition and all, I still like winning. We were on fire last night and I am so proud of us for coming up with a new format that hasn't been done before, and it's so simple!
But I shan't gush, because I'm too grumpy. And, of course, it's all my fault. Which makes me grumpier. Just have to go deal with the rest of my stuff today, and I hate moving the most out of anything, and I wish the stuff would just fall off a cliff somewhere, because I'm tired of things. But I know that one day, maybe not soon, but one day, I'm going to have an apartment of my own again and will need some of said stuff. But I'm starting to get very bored of just carting it from port to port 'til I decide where to settle. Currently would rather live out of a backpack. Have also made Chris really mad as have imposed upon his and Katrin's generosity much longer than intended and much longer than either of them should have to put up with, so I got good and yelled at this morning, which is never a good way to start the day, whether you deserve it or not, which I do. Anyway, I have put a definite strain on the friendship. Sure that only time will tell whether it is more than just strain and a repair can be made. I hate it when I have to lie in my own messy bed I've made.
That's all you get for today. Perhaps when the unpleasant tasks ahead are dealt with and the pms has passed, (very, very bad this month, swinging wildly between suicidal and homocidal, watch out...), I will charmedy it up again.
Keep well, wear your sexy jeans,