Ever have one of those days that's just frustrating? I had a dentist appointment this morning. Traffic was bad, so I was late. Which was okay, because the dentist was also caught in traffic. He got to me fairly quickly, numbed the left part of my face, then I didn't see him for a good 10 minutes. The permanent crowns went in great, so then I trundled off to work. Where I had to park on the fourth level of the parking garage, which is just sketchtastic. I then got to go to a meeting (arriving a good 10 minutes late) which lasted an hour, and the vast majority of which did not apply to me. Usually I don't care about that and just zone out, but I was really getting annoyed. Like, I was at the point that I wanted to stand up, say, "I have better things to do than sit here," and leave. Finally the meeting ended and I spent a good portion of the morning talking with Verizon and MCI about transferring phone services to the new place. It's 1, and I haven't done anything. I have a lot of work to do. I think that plus the fact that I feel very much in limbo is not helping. I just want it to be next weekend so I can get moved into the house and be all settled and not deal with any of this crap anymore. Plus, I just heard that Krishni, Brynda, and Meghan are going out for drinks tonight (it's Meghan's birthday today and a large group from work is going out to dinner which is cool) and of course I'm not invited because Krishni feels weird about doing things with me socially, which I understand, but which still makes me feel like crap.
Okay, trying to move out of rant mode. I was talking to someone in my writing class last week about online forums and I mentioned weblogs. It's a weird concept to explain. She didn't understand why someone would want to write all these personal things and put them up on the Internet. Maybe it's a generational thing. She's in her 40s. It was bizarre.
Saturday was beautiful. It was so great to take the Metro downtown and see all these people getting off at Smithsonian, and walking around the Mall and that area and seeing so many people around. We weren't the only ones eating at the Old Post Office Pavilion this time! It's been depressing with no tourism. I keep reading all these articles about how hotels are empty and waiters are being fired and nobody's around. But hopefully things will pick up.
It does get weird. I can't believe I'm living in a time where I have to seriously worry about anthrax, of all things. I get upset when I hear people talk about how wrong it is for people to protest our actions. As Americans, it's our right to protest. You might not agree, but don't get on people for being "unpatriotic" because they don't agree with what we're doing. Let people protest. That's the America we're trying to protect.
I'm obviously scattered and all over the place. I really just want to go home and sleep and forget about life for just a little while. That's not too much to ask for, is it? Alas, work calls. Eh, screw it. I'm going to lunch. Well, as soon as the damn Novocain wears off.
Current song in my head:
"Parents Just Don't Understand" by DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince