Friday night, I met up with Mandypants at Martuni's and drank about it for a bit. I almost didn't get my credit card back since one of the callous cow queens at the bar was barely in the mood to help me. Apparently, there is at least one or two of them there that have that kind of reputation, but it was no matter as I tracked my actually very friendly server down, paid for our fare, and was off.
I spent Saturday watching Rainbow Brite videos on YouTube and Sunday taking a nice long walk, the likes of which reminds me of how happy I am to be alive sometimes. It's the cheesiest thing in the world, I know, but when you go take a walk outside sometimes, unplug your iPod, put your phone away, and just look up at everything around you, that feeling can sometimes come to you.
Then I Monday, I woke up with my back janked up, and had to call in sick to work. Which annoyed me greatly. And today, I've just felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Or, ideally, I wish I could be Sugar for the day, and just find a nice shoebox to curl up into, and take a seventeen-hour nap.
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