ah, monday. that should say it all.
the weekend was good. it started off a bit tenuously as i started spiralling down a grouchy/pms/i’m-fat/i-have-nothing-to-wear/you-don’t-love-me-enough/i’m-hungy hyper emotional vortex which was thankfully diverted by an almond croissant, a cup of coffee and a good talking to by the Brit. I’m not going to create any crap theories about this one – like i’m depressed, bi-polar or just mentally unstable – because it is what it is. i was just f**king moody and i get like that once in a great while. It’s like i stand outside myself and watch it all unfold – each psychotic, tearful layer reveals itself and i just cringe and try to make it stop. it’s all quite ridiculous and i truly think the Brit has to try to contain his laughter because it is so utterly silly. after i’m done ranting, i feel sheepish and quickly try to divert our attentions to something else. luckily i didn’t i have to try too hard to find something else to think about – we had an opera to go to!
We were seeing The Damnation of Faust at the cinema and i’ve been really looking forward to this. Off we went, no rain this time and my foul mood had dissipated by 10am so i didn’t really complain that much about getting out of my pajamas on a saturday morning. The opera was brilliant. everything about it was fantastic. Definitely one of my favourites. The seniors were in top form for this one – it’s odd to walk into a movie theatre and not smell popcorn but Vicks and butter menthols instead. And while many of my bingo squares were covered, i didn’t get them all. there’s always the next one!
watched 8 more episodes of house on sunday. we’re almost done with season 3. how good are we?
oh, and xmas season is officially upon us (though the shops figured it started in october!). i’m at a loss as to what to get the Brit for his pressie. time to put my thinking cap on – time is running out.
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