Okay, so this isn't very upbeat, but it's more so than my previous post...
On the way home this morning, somebody tried to pick a fight with me. (He didn't like my reaction to his parking in a traffic lane instead of finding a parking space.) He started telling me he'd had a really crappy day. I told him I'd had a crappy day. He asked me why my day was crappy, and I told him. I got about 2/3 of the way through the crappy parts and he said, "Okay, you're having a much crappier day than I am. I'll let you go. Happy New Year, and I hope things go better for you in 2003." There's ... something oddly amusing about that, somehow.
Other than extremely poor visibility for driving, being really tired, and that last little exchange, the past five hours were a whole lot better than the previous nineteen. (OTOH, I did realize one of the reasons I see my friends so seldom -- I noticed that driving on my migraine medication is only a little bit safer than driving with a migraine. Bleah.)
Proper summary of the evening and the previous few days later. For now, here are my New Year resolutions, in the hope that writing them in a public place will make me more likely to keep them:
- Be with friends face-to-face more often.
- Take positive steps to get my photos into a gallery or other public exhibit.
- Plan ahead more, looking for opportunities to do thing with friends and asking them early enough to have some chance of making the first resolution work.
- Work on my singing voice.
Wish me luck.
BTW, my aunt and cousins liked the pins I made for them -- the brass project I've muttered about here.
( Details and Picture )And yes, I do realize that it would've been even more apropriate to make the pins out of copper. I had brass on hand. And I like brass.
And now I'm going to go to bed. The idea of cranking up some Wolfstone or The Clash to pay my neighbours back for waking me yesterday is tempting, but I'll just have to imagine a certain ferret jumping up and down and saying, "Be good!" until the temptation passes.