I dunno...

Is it just me or do weekends and days off fly by faster than 2 hours of a shift at work?

Last night, I had 4 martinis... 2 dirty, 2 pomegranite (tasted like a jolly rancher!).  Today, I feel alright.  I was expecting to feel rather messed up.

I had wings from this chain of wing restaurants.  The waitress paid much more attention to me by giving me 4 refills without even asking or having an empty glass... My sister was practically completely ignored.  I felt guilty.

I bought these kind of pricey light bulbs for my room -- not the environmentally friendly kind and 15 seconds after I had one on, the light made a snappy sound and flashed out.  That's what I get, eh?  The wattage was the right wattage for it to, so... *lost*

I got plenty of sleep.  It doesn't feel like enough.

I have curry on the brain.  I want curry!

I want to go see a movie.  But I don't want to sit in a crowded theater.  Maybe I'll go tomorrow.

I don't feel "right".  I think I'll go to the mall... Maybe some capitalism and my loathing of the claustrophobic feeling I get from crowds will snap me out of it.