So, went to dinner last night.
Showed up before the "party" had really began. I stated things right witha full glass of white wine, and before I knew it, I was drinking different things from verious cups, all prepared by someone else with the intent of getting me intoxicated.
I like being intoxicated.
Dinner was a smudgy blur of potatoes and gravy and everything else I loaded onto my paper plate, very "Ward-Party-Buffet" style. The plates were small, so I loaded up two. People made toasts, giggling all the while. They said what they were thankful for.
I was being dead honest when I said I was thankful for mood-altering drugs.
Is it wrong that I liked the thing I made most of all? I brought deviled eggs and sweet potatoes. Sweetness with the devil. Who comes up with this shit? It's fun, anyway.
I called my mom on my way to work this morning, to say happy thanksgiving and to check up. I figured this was as good a reason as any to say whats up. We chatted briefly, same old same old, but comfortingly familiar. I probably won't be high-tailing it for Idaho this weekend. I told them I would wait for them to finish building their new house, and I'd help them move in a few weekends. Also, I'll be up there for Christmas. Happy day.
Now I'm @ work, making the most of a situation I don't enjoy and don't want to try to enjoy. I'm kinda snippy and grumpy and I'm perfectly okay with feeling this way. That's the true essence of being in a bad mood, is when you are in a bad mood, and you know it, and you appreciate that fact.
"I would never try to sway you
to my way of thinking.
I like your strength of opposition,
baby."
xoxo
