Vacation Over

So the holiday is pretty much over, because it's back to work and the rest of my little life. My phone rang twice, and both times it was someone that I'm not related to. Thanks, family, for including me. Or even thinking of me. It makes me feel great. Not that it wasn't expected; they never call me to wish me happy anything. Which is why it is so important that I have friends that will. And I do. Because they did.

The day didn't turn out as badly as I had anticipated; I didn't think about how special I felt two years ago when I had a special visitor at work that made me feel like someone really liked me, and I didn't think about how I had to work last year and then came home and guzzled an entire bottle of champagne by myself before crying and then passing out. I did most of my moping before-hand this year, and now I'm more or less just back to whining about things I hate about my life.

Like not being able to afford living alone. Waking up during a holiday weekend (i.e. vacation) to the sounds of even more home improvement, strangers in the house, and the smell of paint. So I stay in my room all day. When I venture out, there is a snide "good morning" (I've been up for 7 hours, bitch), and the sight of my bathroom handtowels on the floor (Yes, I wipe my MOUTH with those; would you mind putting them somewhere besides the floor???). I hate this house, this roommate/landlord, this neighborhood. And I can't afford something else, unless I find another annoying roommate to live with, which kind of defeats the purpose. I want to make a step up next time I move. Be excited about a new experience and all that. This place blows.

Anyway, Happy Late Thanksgiving to my friends who stumble to this page.