Man, I have been in a weird mood these last two days.
Angela asked me twice today if I was OK. I've been really melancholy lately. (Which reminds me of my dad's drunk guy imitation "Do you know 'Melancholy Baby?'" which makes me laugh every time.) And that is weird for me. I glared at a construction guy today. I GLARED! Ok, so my glaring is not the shocker. Mer has recieved that before. It was at whom I was glaring. They are [finally] fixing the road that runs from Elizabeths neighborhood to mine (about eight minutes apart) so they had orange-coned off my lane and one dude directed me into the huge jagged rock-infested side of the road. I slowed waaaaay down and bounced along this horrendous piece of land. Then as I was getting toward the other side another dude was waving me past. But it wasn't like a "keep it comin'" type of waving me in; it was a "hurry, go, come on, go" type of wave. I stared at him, glaring. He laughed; and that ticked me off.
And I've found that I deal with being strangely depressed either of two ways: I shop or I eat.
No wonder I'm chunky and penniless.
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