Hopefully on the up-and-up

So my weekend was terrible. Just a series of randomly unpleasant/bad/annoying things that, if they had occurred on an individual basis would have not have been so bad. However, from Thursday night onwards they just kept piling up, leaving me feeling frustrated, irritated and probably a few other -ated's that I can't come up with right now. I am also sick, which started to develop yesterday. I'm hoping that its a mild disease, as I have a jam-packed week and don't want some evil disease mucking it up. I also hope it goes away because I think the cure for these doldrums is a good wicked cool night out to make up for a definite lack recently. Have a Campus date on Thursday, so I'm gearing up, not to mention Jo's band playing on Wednesday. Numoy might come to that, and I'd love it, because we haven't been out together yet this semester and I miss her dancing and commentary about sketchy men.

Am working tonight with Krista, and since she is arriving here to pick me up soonish I can't seem to bring myself to read anything. I spent all evening making soup too. Being me, it ended up with soup down the side of my fridge, but was very tasty nonetheless.

On to the inner workings of my mind that Numoy enjoys so much... yeah... right. I fear that I am slowly becoming jaded, bitter, unwilling to let myself go. This is bizarre, surely someone with such a squishy heart as myself could never turn into that. Yet I found myself thinking, "I just can't do this anymore" and knowing that one more emotional bump would be too much. I am shopping for armour, thinking about keeping things simple and guarding myself against another blow. Its going alright, I suppose.

Now to clean the side of my fridge... hmmmm...