Moop. Billy Joel tickets are turning out to be more of a you-know-what in the ass than are worth it, so I’m not going to go to the concert. Turns out the fiddler gig I hoped to sneak up to Westport to see was last night, rather than the second week of August as I’d gotten it into my head. Ted looked sufficiently dismayed at the idea of missing MeCon while I got to go that I expect I won’t be going to that, either. I’ve just had a second dinner of potatoes & vegetables in a week, this time because the chicken wasn’t fully cooked when I cut into it. And god damn it, Firefox keeps freezing up and swallowing all the system resources.
I’m feeling a little gloomy right now. :/
*hugs*
Your life runs quite the roller coaster of ups and downs, doesn’t it? At least you’ve got some variety.
Yeah. I was thinking of how we refer to my nephews as “our little manic depressives” and admiring my own mood swing there. :P *hugs back* Thanks.
That is too bad that you will likely miss MeCon – ironically, it is because you mentioned it in a post that I am definitely going next weekend – especially since Monday is a bank holiday! I do hope that things change and that you will be able to go.
I didn’t even know Monday was a bank holiday. Ted’s still going to have to work next weekend, so I don’t expect things will change. It’s not that big a deal, except all of those plans just had a failure cascade there and got me down. :P Have fun at the con, and let me know how it is!
Woe, woe and thrice woe!
Never mind, I’ll come by and cheer you up.