Yes, this picture is hilariously unflattering… but I couldn’t resist being a bit cheesy as a bite-back against emotions from 20 years ago spiking up and stabbing me. I was listening to The Cure, and ‘Just Like Heaven’ came on. I’m okay with this song 99.999% of the time… apparently, this time I wasn’t. It dragged back memories of my Bittersweet 16 and the ‘after-party’, and the knock-on affects. I mean, shit. This stuff happened over 20 years ago. All parties involved with it were over it — over 20 years ago. I got to flail about it a bit at bat (who wasn’t involved with it), so I feel… not exactly better, but not quite as bad? For all the stupid and shitty tricks my brain plays on me, being maudlin about stuff that happened way in the past is not one of them.
Ah well, this too shall pass.
Right now I am doing my best to shove a headache back, ’cause organised socialisation. At least with it being at home, it’s cheaper to keep throwing liquids at it. I don’t know if I’m going to knit or do fete prepwork. I didn’t get super much work-work done today, but I *did* get my table pages made and sent to Z to print and laminate at work. So that’s a thing. I also got a blank spreadsheet made for inventorying my stock started, and once I get stuck into putting things on said sheet, it’ll probably roll along pretty well. Maybe. One hopes, ha ha.
Right, gonna wrap this up and go get more beverage.