I realize there is a constant theme of frustration in my post. Well, if you don't see it, just keep in mind I feel it. I'm so damn frustrated.
Sigh. It does no good to complain. Even here. Venting is no longer "venting". It's more like a rice steamer, where letting off steam just cooks shit. Not a great metaphor, but that's what you get.
In other news, I roller skated in my basement on Sunday night. No one tell my apartment building manager. I brought a broom and skated around a set of support poles. It rocked. I mean, I did crossovers for a good 20 minutes. And that felt wonderful after a day of sitting on my ass.
I called an old friend last night. It was really nice to chat with her because she was my closest friend in my life I think. There is nothing we didn't talk about. But she's never been good about calling and then she had a child, so she's REALLY not good about calling. I was a little resentful of always having to make the first move so I boycotted. And gave it up last night because it was awesome to hear her imitating a yooper orgasm. You have not lived until you hear that.
Talking with her brought up some old feelings and I felt more like my old self last night that I have recently. I think all the stress and crap was bringing me down more than I realized. I did some cleaning and folded some clothes and danced to crap music and if felt like old times. And it was pretty awesome. Great night last night, doing nothing.