My mood was going to be "depressed". My MSN nick was "Doctor, won't you please prescribe me something, a day in the life of someone else? I'm a hazard to myself... Don't let me get me!"
My mother came over today to spend the night. It's so strange to see her here at nighttime -- I'm just not used to it anymore. Okay, I sleep a couple of times a week at her place, but she's hardly ever here.
Anyway. She came over, we ate dinner ("Stop reading! Stop messing with the computer! I came here just to spend time with you! You have to dine with me!"
), watched an old video of our trip to Disney in '95 (God, I used to wear so -- much -- pink!
), and then she and my stepdad started arguing about putting Moses to sleep. He was crying a lot (he doesn't even recognise
the bloody house! He can't manage to sleep here, apparently!), and she wanted to give him a bottle, David (my stepdad) didn't, they bickered; as usual, she had it her way, he was sulking in a corner for a while. As usual.
I had a shower then, and when I left, the house was dark. I checked the bedroom, and saw two big lumps and a small one. Okay, everyone was asleep. At last.
I woke mum up at midnight, as is usual in our family, to say "Happy Birthday". I then found out that my stepdad had left (the other lump on the bed was in fact a stack of pillows to keep Moses from falling off) by bus, all the way to the other side of town (which is where my mum lives), because of "some grown-up thing" she refuses to talk about -- she keeps saying that he went because tomorrow is scheduled to be the day she's spending with me. Despite the fact that it's her fucking birthday, and he's her fucking husband. God.And then
, just to improve things, my grandma called to say Happy Birthday, and she was noticeably completely shitfaced. Which sucks, because... well... she's not supposed to do that. I won't develop the subject, but she just isn't.
So. We both said Happy Birthday, Mum said she didn't want to open the presents (which was just so fucking great, she didn't even care, and I spent more than a bloody whole month's allowance on the bloody presents
. But I disgress). And she went to sleep.
Well, at least she didn't tell me to get out of the computer, because then
I'd be even angrier. And I'm honestly glad she didn't, because then, slowly, things started to improve.
For starters, Ash posted the first chapter of the promising "November Fudge and the Mad Irishman"
. I didn't remember half of what all that cochney rhyming slang meant, but it was fun to read it. That improved my mood slightly.
And then I started getting reviews for "Pendragon". Which always feels good.
And then I found out that I'm about to lose a bet. See, I bet 30 bucks on the fact that Lis wouldn't manage to finish 'Reason' by tomorrow. And apparently, she will. Which sucks in a way, but is rather amusing, too. I honestly thought she might finish by Christmas, definitely not so soon.
And then Mum woke up, came to my room and asked me to stay with Moses, 'cause she wanted to open her presents. She really liked them, too.
So I am now in a slightly better mood. Which is not saying much. Am neither down nor happy: like the little star expresses so adequately, I'm "blank".
Oh, I found this meme in someone's LJ (might ETA his name later), thought I'd post it. It's interesting.( Read more... )
I probably gave this thing a lot more thought than it deserves.
Must try to sleep now.
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