a sad, sad little post

Ok, this one's a venting blog (for me). Just a warning...

Anyway, had a good evening tonight at another play-reading (again, Shakespeare, cause everyone loves the bastard. I say what about the hundreds of other playwrights of the time?).


Walked home with my shadow being cast by the moon and my face up to catch all the stars above me. Meaning, it was a beautiful night.

And then I come home, and am instantly enraged with everything and everyone. Not the least of all was one coworker, who said we'd make soap together, just heading off to the car with an armful of soap-making supplies and a fresh batch cooling in the kitchen. Fine, I understand it was his thing to start with and I may not have shown overwhelming enthusiasm every time we spoke about it. And fine, I get that earlier in the day he'd said, laughing, 'well, let's just say i'm going to make it' (whether I'm there or not). Still, I thought it was one of those bonding moments people have, sharing in the creation of something new. Also, we'd been planning it/talking about it for literally months, and boom. I'm not there on the day he wants to make it so whoops, my loss.

And I don't really care that it's stupid and self-indulgent to be whinging about not making soap (which, clearly, I can do at another time). Like someone in a movie once said, 'It's the principle of the thing'.

Fuck.



Anyway, I hope this post doesn't put a damper on anyone's day. I think I just need to weep for a bit, and maybe hug the plastic bag full of torn fabric that was, at one time, Pumple bear.

How sad am I? :)

Also, I love and miss you all, and here's hoping your day was like my beautiful night (minus the rage).

LOVE,
me