I’ve been in this strange funk today where everything just pisses me off and I can’t get out of it.
I’m pretty sure I’m having some sort of anxiety issue right now.
I got an invite to go have dinner at Besty and Motorhead’s tonight; she’d just returned from France and wanted to cook me French food. My cheat day of the week I decided.
Later I get this crazy string of messages:
Backstory — Motorhead was to take care of things while she was away for a month frolicking in France.
No French food.
I was looking forward to the company.
And, I’m probably going to hear about it from both ends.
Generally I don’t know what to say during those things, so my “wows” were the only thing I could think of saying….
Probably going to stay at home with my cats… still better company, even if I am slightly allergic.
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