I'm slowly emerging from the grumps.
For the last 2 days, I've managed to come straight home, have my decompression time1, work out, fix supper, blog, and still make it to bed before 10.
It helps.
While I appreciate the fact that my friends still think I'm "sweet", "funny", "awesome" even when I'm in the depths of cranky, apathetic, woe, I can assure each and every one of you that over the weekend I felt anything but sweet, funny, and awesome.
It's been a long time since I've thrown a temper tantrum when others could see it. It's been a long time since I allowed what I wanted to become a point of irrational behavior and unnecessary drama.
Perhaps that gets mistaken as complacence...that I don't care...that I don't feel anything but happy.
Not true.
I just don't care to show an ugly side to people who don't deserve it.
And no one deserves it.
If tantrums and drama = passion, I guess I fail.
It is what it is.
Still...you may want to leave me alone for one more day.
1: Read drink coffee and play Big Kahuna Reef 2
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