To be honest I feel like I'm on the verge of just screaming at everybody and generally having a full-scale temper tantrum until somebody comes and picks me up and says apologetically "She's not normally like this, she's just over-tired" and carts me off to bed.
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Pub last night was ... mixed.
On the one hand it was good to see people, especially to have long rambly conversations and hugs and stuff with timeplease. Also, I had a chat with Terri and Jethro about bar work at the Carlton & it sounds like I might be able to get some work there -- which would be good from the point of view of Having More Money, though possibly bad from the point of view of Having No Free Time. (Mind you, if I don't have free time, I can't spend the money, which is probably A Good Thing.)
On the other hand, I was feeling quite twitchy for most of the evening, and didn't really feel like I was part of the conversation very much. And I really could have done without trying to talk to meirion, who was (as usual) mortally offended when I dared to suggest that perhaps suicide wasn't her best option ... and then even more offended when I dared to agree with her that ultimately it was her own choice. Some days you just can't win... but then, the only winning move, etc. etc.
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Tired now. Bedtime. Wish I could just stay in bed tomorrow until I feel ready to get up, but sion_a's parents are here so I can't really. :-/