I'm in a much better mood this morning. I got to cross a person off my list. Yay!
People would probably look down on me if they knew just how much value I place in tiny little gestures. And, I know, it is sad that I pretty much base all of my happiness on such tiny things.
But, you know what's even sadder than that?
Basing my happiness on those things, and then they don't happen.
I don't want to go back to those days. It's a fairly constant fear of mine. And fear fuels the funk.
So I got to Rich O's at 8:30 or so, after a quick meal at the haunted Burger King. I should probably have gone to Wendy's or Arby's instead. The meal didn't sit right in my stomach, and that slight nausea only made my mood worse.
The place was packed, and loud. Too packed. Too loud. I wanted to turn around and leave, but for some stupid reason I didn't. I grabbed a Wostyntje (242) and sat on the sofa with MusicalYuppieDude and TremensGirl.
It was loud.
It was packed.
I should have left. I wanted to just get up and leave. I told myself that about every ten seconds.
But I didn't leave. I guess I still held out some hope that something would happen to renew my faith in humanity. If I could only hold out for just a little bit longer, then something would happen and I could go back to being happy.
I eventually moved to the throne, and I had a couple more glasses of Wostyntje (278).
My mood never got any better. Those poor souls around me, to their credit, did a fantastic job of resisting my attempts to suck all of the life out of the room.
I'm sure that everyone was very relieved when I finally left.
I know that I was.