I am currently in a state of funk. You know those times when you're in a bad mood for no real reason and nothing can really make it go away, but you're concious of this fact and make every effort to not let it affect other people around you or your opinions of them? Welcome to my current state of affairs.
Sunday night probably set the scene with yet another fun-filled evening with crazy great aunt and Crazy grandfather. We went out for sushi as per the usual, my grandfather warning me that they might make us go away due to the fact that the last time they had been there my great aunt had yelled at the waitress for a good 10 minutes. We got there and the owners came right over, they're cognizant of the fact that my relatives are crazy and sat us right away. The food was good as always and the same gibberish conversations peppered the night, now I love my family but putting up with them takes it's toll.
Monday was spent mostly at the MVA in Maryland, I live in the district but have off street parking so why pay DC taxes when I don't have to right? I spent 4 hours at the MVA getting a new license, in which I look like a terrorist, and new plates... obviously the save the bay plates. I spent the remainder of the day at work putzing around. Went home and my funk was by this time in full force and I was not a happy camper. Got home and got myself a cocktail and sat out in the backyard due to the gorgeous weather and called a couple people to try and talk me out of the funk I was in. It sorta worked and one of my friends is driving to visit me this weekend. I then sat on the couch and folded laundry, not realizing it was halloween. The kids that came by were by and large really cute and their parents made them say thank you which is always appreciated, but no go on de-funktafying.
As my roomates got home wanting to celebrate one of their good job interviews, they poured martinis..... bad idea. After just the one I thought it would be a good idea to call an ex I haven't spoken to in five months and whom I told that I never wanted to hear from even if he needed a kidney. Thankfully he didn't recognize my phone number (I changed it) and I had the precense of mind not to leave a voice mail, praise jesus. Upon reviewing my outgoing calls this morning, I wasn't exactly in the best mood leaving the house.
Currently I'm listening to some keane and trying to mellow the ef out. It didn't really help that I got a text this morning asking if I wanted to be a go go dancer this weekend, not really the way I wanted to start my tuesday.... venti gingerpread latte? yes please.