You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

Aaaand swinging back around to normal. Y'all can ignore my last post (except for the poetry, since I didn't actually write that). My hormones have leveled off. Was it the chocolate I ate? Mayyyybe....

Also, I have Friday off!!! What should I do? I can't really go anywhere far because I have a farce of a bachelorette party to go to on Saturday night. However, I want to do something fun. And cheap. Thursday night we are going to try catching the happy free times at the McNay Art Museum. JP is looking forward to it like a root canal. ^___________^

Good: The Kid surprised us by driving from Yuma to spend a week with the familia. Yay!

Bad: I have yet to spend more than a few minutes on nanowrimo.org before being booted off the site and/or the site crapping out entirely.

Good: Whatevs, I should be writing anyway.

Bad: The story, she sucks! Hardcore. You ever start writing something and just go, "Aw, hell naw..." I don't want to start all over again because there's nothing else I feel like writing and I have almost 6K words. I am not being modest; I can toot my horn with the best of them. This is stinky crap. But, oh, well. Carry on and whatnot.

Good: I asked for and received part of next week off to spend with the Kid and the fam.

Bad: Apparently, excitement over NaNoWriMo + seeing the Kid again + work crap = massive depression. Yeah, crying at the drop of a hat, not wanting to even drive to my parent's house because all the emotion is just too exhausting. I am such a basketcase, it's almost comical. If I were a fictional character in my story, I would off myself in the first scene. I am so annoying.

Fehhhhhhh.