Bleh. I had a bad day at work (we thought I was cursed) and came home, had a light, quick nap, ran a couple errands, came home, had a small glass of scotch. You know things aren't good if I'm bringin' out the scotch (not to imply "end of the world" bad, just "I'm irritated and I can't take a single thing more" bad). If it was "end of the world bad" I'd be kickin' back a lot more than scotch ;)
Chilled out, watched Chasing Amy, which lightened my mood a bit. Many minor irritations were had before, and I started to have thoughts and flashbacks from last night's conversation with my mother. I think about it and I get angry. But my anger goes beyond the phone call. The anger goes back 20 years and I'm dealing with a lot of inner shit I really don't care to. The worst thing is the anger won't go away overnight. It won't be solved with one lightbulb moment...and *that's* what makes me angry. The past I can separate from; it's wanting it off my coattails, unable to kick it off that the frustration comes in. It's a lingering ghost that's overstaying his welcome.
Well, it's a good thing it's bedtime. There will always be time to battle more demons tomorrow.
Can you believe the week is almost over? Where did it go?