All's well that ends well. With respect to Walter Cronkite

Today started out fine. Woke up late (for me) had a Saturday-morning-no-effort-breakfast, and sat around on the computer and reading all day. On a quest to find a long lost book that I started a year ago, I ended up finding my lost Pokemon game as well. SO that worked it's way into the mix. My day became an afternoon of reading and Pokemon. Sounds fun, right? It was. 5 O'Clock I get driven downtown, I sit in Coffee Traders with Isaac, yet without much social interaction with Isaac, for he was playing some game, and I was reading. Get some Nori at Four Seasons on the way to Lena's. Everything great. Here's where things start liquefying into a puddle of questionable colors and an acrid scent.

I'm not at maximum functioning capacity, for I haven't had much intake of food today. In the five hours I've been at Lena's tonight, I've dropped over ten balls of cookie dough, dropped a few spatula's and knives, ruined a batch of cookies and generally been slow in other regards. I SO wanted to be mad at the people clogging up the kitchen, but I was being too much of a screw up to justify being a dick (half to myself, and half to them.) Now this latest thought brought another thought to my mind. I'm a dick. Lately, around people I've been finding that I locate one little negative thin about that, and I basically let myself see nothing but that. It's like I'm trying to hate people. It just makes me feel plain crummy, and dickish. I completely feel completely. Rotten.

Thankfully, Professor Louie And The Crow Matix is playing some real nice tunes. It's sort of cheering me up. I am however, definitely starving. I'll be heading over to Four Seasons to get some more nori or an apple right now.

EDIT:

Part Two of my night. It gets better!

Sudden bouts of depression are nice in the way that they are quite brief. Mostly, though, it was the niceness of people that sort of ruled out my "I'm a dick" theory. Although I still need to continue to look into judging people harshly.

Anyway, Sarah, in all her amiable glory, gave me a birthday present. The thought alone made me so happy I wanted to cry. It was in an envelope, so I assumed it was money, pocketed it, and hugged her many times throughout the rest of the night. Upon (much) later inspection I found it to be a Gift Certificate to Sushi Thai. I wanted to cry again, and hugged Sarah even more. I'm still so happy I want to cry!

Anyway, Professor Louie was fantastic. They did around four encores. The "last song" (which was actually the fifth to last song) was dedicated, by request to the little tinfoil ball that Isaac and I kept in the kitchen. It disappeared either this weekend or last. It was getting so big too. Anyway, after the song, while people were clapping, I grab the NEW Alumi-sphere and bring it out to the stage (with a little nudge of encouragement from Isaac). I show em' the new ball and tell him we started over. He announces it to the audience and I get scattered claps and cheers from mostly everyone. It made me feel quite good. I held it high and sort of displayed it triumphantly before scurrying away and listening to the next three or four songs which were ALSO fantastic.

After the show I got a glossy from them, and hunted down each member for a signature. I'm looking for a good place to hang it in my room.

So yeah. My night when from bad to LOVELY. I'm so contented, I expect to sleep quite happily.

And that's the way it is, March 13 2010. Goodnight