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Another week, another weekend report
Feb. 26th, 2007 10:14 amOn Saturday, I baked up a storm. I discovered the coconut macaroons are really easy to make (even if my over-enthusiastic oven turned them into crispy critters), as are ginger snaps.
Saturday night was Pandora's Box - first time I've made it despite all my good intentions. The new venue was much better than the Full Moon. I had a lovely time but having spent most of the afternoon on my feet took its toll and I turned into a pumpkin around one. Actually, I'm impressed that I lasted that long.
Yesterday was a bit of a write-off, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up on going out. I know perfectly well that going out, listening to music and bouncing around and talking shite to random people gives my mental health a boost that is more than worth the subsequent collapse, but over the last couple years I got so focussed on not feeling well enough, or worrying too much about the consequences, that I made a habit of sitting at home and moping. This feeds into the cycle of feeling like shit and being too embarrassed about being such a slug to make contact with Real Life.
Weekend DVDs were Jo-on: The Grudge 2, which I mostly didn't like as much as the first one, but the ending made up for that, and Garden State, which I didn't enjoy nearly as much as I expected to, or felt like I should have.
I'm still not sleeping (even by my usual shoddy standards). This is getting really annoying.
Saturday night was Pandora's Box - first time I've made it despite all my good intentions. The new venue was much better than the Full Moon. I had a lovely time but having spent most of the afternoon on my feet took its toll and I turned into a pumpkin around one. Actually, I'm impressed that I lasted that long.
Yesterday was a bit of a write-off, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up on going out. I know perfectly well that going out, listening to music and bouncing around and talking shite to random people gives my mental health a boost that is more than worth the subsequent collapse, but over the last couple years I got so focussed on not feeling well enough, or worrying too much about the consequences, that I made a habit of sitting at home and moping. This feeds into the cycle of feeling like shit and being too embarrassed about being such a slug to make contact with Real Life.
Weekend DVDs were Jo-on: The Grudge 2, which I mostly didn't like as much as the first one, but the ending made up for that, and Garden State, which I didn't enjoy nearly as much as I expected to, or felt like I should have.
I'm still not sleeping (even by my usual shoddy standards). This is getting really annoying.
