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My ex-landlord came over today to replace the leaking kitchen faucet -- as a favor, because that stopped being his responsibility when he stopped being my landlord. He had to run out to Home Despot for parts. I offered to pay for the parts.

I'm supposed to be at a party for out of town friends and a local couple that just got engaged (hosted by the out of town friends). It started at 16:00.

I figured when my ex-landlord came back with the parts and told me how much they had cost, I'd write him a check, take a shower, and run out to the party (unless he needed a hand under the sink).

I fell asleep. The "I'm going to close my eyes now whether I f***ing want to or not, oh where did the world go" kind of falling asleep. I just woke up, in a dark and empty house. I feel like crap. I've got friends (well, a friend and her new husband whom I hope to get to know better) to go see who live way too far away to just say, "Oh, I'll catch up to them next time". And this is supposed to be a very special party to celebrate the engagement of the other friends.

So I've got a pretty big incentive to force myself to get on I-95 despite how crappy I feel. But I'm not sure driving is all that great an idea at the moment.

Yesterday I was supposed to visit someone in Arlington. I tried to take care of a couple of "must do today" items on my to-do list first, and afterwards I got dizzy-tired and had to lie down. We'd each been seriously looking forward to the day, and I failed to get there. So we both wound up feeling frustrated and disappointed. And last night I got a migraine.

I made a new-year resolution to get out of the house and see my friends face-to-face more often. I haven't been doing too well at that yet. Days like yesterday and today don't make it any easier.

At least the party should last a while, I hope, so maybe a few people will still be there when I can get down there. And at least I have a non-leaking kitchen faucet now. (I'll send email or call to find out how much those parts cost.) But damn, I hate my body sometimes for reasons that have nothing to do with gender dysphoria.

Today was supposed to be such a nifty day.

Well, at least all this provided a sense of perspective about the online comic strip whose author redesigned the site so that without JavaScript all I see is the wallpaper. (Who needs client-side scripting to display a comic strip??) I've got more frustrating things to be upset about now. And hey, not reading that strip any more will save me a few seconds every morning, right?.

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Update 22:15

It took me a while to start feeling coherent enough to think about driving, and I called the party. Things are still going on, and if I could hop in a car this instant, there'd still be stuff happening when I got there. But I'm still a little foggy and moving slowly, still need to shower, and probably wouldn't get there until close to midnight. So I've been instructed to put my feet up and "listen to my body". Good advice, but I don't like what my body is saying. I wanted to see people tonight.

Dammit, I don't even have the energy to throw a proper tantrum about it, either. I just want to cry.