Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I Never Could Get the Hang of Tuesdays

It’s been a very odd day—not that anything weird has happened, but that it’s just felt all wrong. I had a terrible night last night but somehow woke up at a relatively decent hour feeling more awake than I’ve felt in weeks. Then I spent most of the rest of the day feeling simultaneously antsy and listless, descending into moodiness and irritability, crescendoing with a great dinner and poetry reading at Tolkien Boy’s place, and then returning to antsiness and listlessness.

It wasn’t simply a matter of waking up on the wrong side of bed. Those sorts of days are typically composed solely of moodiness and irritability. I think this was probably more of a combination of having a really messed up sleep schedule and being generally frustrated with things.

I hate posts like this. I hate writing about being frustrated, because I hate indulging in that feeling and because I hate forcing it upon unsuspecting readers. But mostly, I hate that I feel like I don’t have anything else to say.

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Jonathon Owen


3 thoughts on “I Never Could Get the Hang of Tuesdays

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    Pssh, don’t feel like you are forcing it on unsuspecting readers. People who come here are friends, and friends are specifically there to listen, regardless of mood. Take advantage of that. I do. Wait… is that why I have no friends? ;)

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    Sorry you had a bad day. It was great to see you and Brinestone again, though. (Bawb loved your poem, btw. I’d love it, but it worked too well. It made me sad.) And thanks for your comments on my resume. I’d not even considered those things before, and I think they’ll be helpful.

    Anyway, I think we’re going to be doing a movie night soon. Maybe you guys will be able to come?

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    Perhaps. Let us know when and we’ll see if we can come.

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