practicality

So, Winter came over this afternoon, and it was fun. Made cookies, talked, walked around, watched the Utena movie, worked out my SakuraCon walk-on. Thank you, Winter.

Then she left, and I realized how fucking much I had to do, and how damned tired I was. And my brain is in one of those fun moods where it picks up on all the little details that others would find irrelevant. Thus, I'm feeling very much that while my friends genuinely like me, most of them like a hell of a lot of other people a lot more than they like me. Which bugs me , even if it makes sense logically (I mean, aside from the occasional witty comment, I don't give much reason to be liked - I'm no fountain of genius and/or creativity. I'm an insensitive asshole. And I am so so bitter, as you can see here).

So, I think I'll go to bed now, so I can get up and make three batches of cookies, for people who don't care, and maybe find my huge skein of photoshoot red thread, which nobody gives a damn about even when I bought it with them in mind. Oh yeah. This is me when I'm in one of my wonderful sarcastic, bitter moods. (Don't take this too personally. With the exceptions of Winter and Chris, I'm pissed off at the whole fucking world. I need to rant)