Self-pity   
12:18pm 16/11/2008
 
mood: sad
I just got an email from my mom this morning.

Some background; my mom quilts. When I was a kid she saved up fabrics in my favorite colors to make a quilt for me "when I was old enough to take care of it".

And of course, that never happened.

In the email I got this morning, she told me she was making a quilt for my cousin's impending baby.

I am debating calling her on it.

And Winamp serves me up ( this song ).


The knife, it is twisted.

I'm not sure what to do.		  
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Meh. Just meh.   
11:29pm 16/11/2008
 
mood: cranky
music: Coast to Coast AM
I'm considering putting my Monsterbait: Underpants on eBay. I love it and losing it would be sad, but it'd get a good price and I do need money for my netbook. I suppose I should wait and see what I get moneywise from the family for the holidays.

Thanksgiving, of course, is coming up. I dread the hell out of it. Chances are I will load myself up with valium and just ignore it. It always ranges from mildly annoying to utterly horrific.

W. never called back. It's more a blow to my pride than actually upsetting, but it's enough to tip off a moodswing, and knowing intellectually that feeling bad is a moodswing doesn't make it any more pleasant.

I just don't know what I want right now.

On the upside, my new spiky backpack should come tomorrow.		  
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