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hummingwolf) wrote2004-12-29 11:19 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2004-12-29 11:19 pm
Drastic mood swing
After Christmas I was feeling unsociable for various reasons, but last night I finally began feeling a bit more like interacting with other sentient beings. Hey, I was even toying with the idea of going out and doing something for New Year's Eve.
And today I was feeling accomplished because I had managed to go to the library, call social services to badger them a bit, go to the grocery store, and buy a cheap pair of jeans. Sure, I didn't have very much fun doing all this since (A) I'm tired and dealing with my regularly scheduled headache and (B) calling was an exercise in frustration since there is still no evidence that anybody at all has bothered to look at my case in, oh, the last month and half or so, except possibly for the few moments that somebody has me in their office or on the phone asking pesky questions they seem to have no answers for. But still, I had my library books, fruit, Mint M&Ms, and thrift store jeans, so I felt somewhat accomplished.
Except as it turns out, I neglected one little detail with the pair of jeans: making sure they really fit before paying for the dang things. Despite the number on the tag, they barely fit past my knees when I try them on--and I have no idea what made me think they were long enough, since they were clearly made for a midget. Either they shrunk on the way home or the migraine screwed with my perceptions even more than I thought. Since they're from a thrift store, there will be no refund or return. And though $2.50+tax may sound like nothing to most of you out there, it actually represents a substantial percentage of my life savings, which savings is not increasing.
Even though I'd considered spending money on Metro fare for some NYE celebration, now the loss of a sum which is less than the fare would have been has me wailing (okay: sniffling) and gnashing my teeth (don't get me started on the lack of dental care).
Grargh. It takes so little to wreck a mood. At least, when you are already stressed out about life in general, it takes so little to wreck whatever traces of a semi-decent mood you may have managed to cling to. At least, if you happen to be me, it takes very little indeed.
I have one pair of jeans which I can put on and which have no undesirable holes that allow the winter winds to blow through--and those jeans are too short. I am not fit for civilized company.
I shall go out in the garden and eat worms.
Argh.
::sigh::
And today I was feeling accomplished because I had managed to go to the library, call social services to badger them a bit, go to the grocery store, and buy a cheap pair of jeans. Sure, I didn't have very much fun doing all this since (A) I'm tired and dealing with my regularly scheduled headache and (B) calling was an exercise in frustration since there is still no evidence that anybody at all has bothered to look at my case in, oh, the last month and half or so, except possibly for the few moments that somebody has me in their office or on the phone asking pesky questions they seem to have no answers for. But still, I had my library books, fruit, Mint M&Ms, and thrift store jeans, so I felt somewhat accomplished.
Except as it turns out, I neglected one little detail with the pair of jeans: making sure they really fit before paying for the dang things. Despite the number on the tag, they barely fit past my knees when I try them on--and I have no idea what made me think they were long enough, since they were clearly made for a midget. Either they shrunk on the way home or the migraine screwed with my perceptions even more than I thought. Since they're from a thrift store, there will be no refund or return. And though $2.50+tax may sound like nothing to most of you out there, it actually represents a substantial percentage of my life savings, which savings is not increasing.
Even though I'd considered spending money on Metro fare for some NYE celebration, now the loss of a sum which is less than the fare would have been has me wailing (okay: sniffling) and gnashing my teeth (don't get me started on the lack of dental care).
Grargh. It takes so little to wreck a mood. At least, when you are already stressed out about life in general, it takes so little to wreck whatever traces of a semi-decent mood you may have managed to cling to. At least, if you happen to be me, it takes very little indeed.
I have one pair of jeans which I can put on and which have no undesirable holes that allow the winter winds to blow through--and those jeans are too short. I am not fit for civilized company.
I shall go out in the garden and eat worms.
Argh.
::sigh::
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