dragonlady7

I'm suddenly filled, looking at my desktop picture (or more accurately just at the bit that's the top of my dad's head, since that's the only thing showing under all my windows), with a desire to go home for a couple of days. Maybe I'll just ask for a couple days off? If dave doesn't have a job yet, either i could borrow the car or he could come with me... Early Juneish, though then he's got that jury duty... Hm.
I dunno, just pondering.
(added: I explained in a comment here what the deal is with Dave and me; I come across as all innocent and wronged in this journal, but it's not like this situation came outta nowhere. I assure you, I am not nearly so virtuous and hard-working as I seem, nor is Dave as much of a deadbeat as I make him out to be. So there's a summary, for the curious, of why I'm putting up with all this. It's still heavily biased toward my point of view, I'm sure, but it's my journal so there!)

Took a nice hot bath to scrub off all the Hate My Life that seemed to have accumulated, and feel marginally better about the world, mostly because I've stopped thinking about it. Nice how that works. Am a bit gloomy, though, which is annoying me. I don't want to be oversensitive and pessimistic! *sniffle*

Aw jeez, I'd forgotten how cute some of these pictures were.
Looking through photos while feeling blue is both a good and bad idea, because it's comforting and yet only makes the missing of people and places sharper. But still, awww.

Yeah, maybe I can visit home. But what bothers me is this: I have so much family, and two sisters less than 200 miles away, and none of them are apparently within visiting distance. I weep in lonesomeness now. God I need a vacation. What a wuss I am.
*weeps at own wussiness, thereby illuminating the point*

This is written in some sarcasm, I assure you, but I am uncomfortably certain it is not enough so.