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Ye Gods, I feel Blue today. The sun is out, I've just completed my second D&DC SummerFest story, but still, yeah. Moop.
Putting this down to
a, 1st day of period >:(
b, not sleeping well last night - had had a chai latte when we went out yesterday that was pretty much all syrup and I react very strongly to caffeine, so I ended up spending half the night wide awake, my brain flitting between Rollercoaster (STILL! I know! I think it's *because* I can't work on it at the moment that I'm obsessing over it) and War Of The Worlds (This is Hubs' fault - He brought home the WotW Concept album recently and we listened to it last night... the stuff about the panicked stampede through London really got to me), and sometimes amalgamating the two together, weirdly (creating a very non-ST Escape-from-Apocalypse scene that I might have to use elsewhere at some point). Long story semi-short, I'm tired.
c, My usual paranoia that I've completely bollocksed up ever bonding with the other mums at my various Groups. Mum of The Bully (who I've since realised has also got a very young baby, so now I feel bad about being all indignant about her not being on the older kid's case) seems to be a part of a 4-5 parent strong clique that are always at everything I go to. One of those mums I used to get on quite well with, but since I muttered something ominous about The Bully in front of her when I caught him hitting Vi on the head she's not been particularly chatty with me. I am so shit at making new friends these days. I'm crap at approaching other people, crap at making small talk... *sigh*. To be honest, I've felt very out of the loop ever since I started going to my first Groups back last spring. I've always felt like friendships were being forged around me, but I just wasn't In. Which is all very depressing, becasue these are still the same things I used to worry about back when I was at school, what, 15 years ago now. I like to think that I'm a diffrent person now, that all of the outgoing fun stuff I used to get up to at Uni and soon after were signs that I'd become a different, more proactive person. I suppose either that was always Bollocks or I've regressed. Poot.
End of whine. Normal Scribbles fun will restored shortly, we swears, precious.
Putting this down to
a, 1st day of period >:(
b, not sleeping well last night - had had a chai latte when we went out yesterday that was pretty much all syrup and I react very strongly to caffeine, so I ended up spending half the night wide awake, my brain flitting between Rollercoaster (STILL! I know! I think it's *because* I can't work on it at the moment that I'm obsessing over it) and War Of The Worlds (This is Hubs' fault - He brought home the WotW Concept album recently and we listened to it last night... the stuff about the panicked stampede through London really got to me), and sometimes amalgamating the two together, weirdly (creating a very non-ST Escape-from-Apocalypse scene that I might have to use elsewhere at some point). Long story semi-short, I'm tired.
c, My usual paranoia that I've completely bollocksed up ever bonding with the other mums at my various Groups. Mum of The Bully (who I've since realised has also got a very young baby, so now I feel bad about being all indignant about her not being on the older kid's case) seems to be a part of a 4-5 parent strong clique that are always at everything I go to. One of those mums I used to get on quite well with, but since I muttered something ominous about The Bully in front of her when I caught him hitting Vi on the head she's not been particularly chatty with me. I am so shit at making new friends these days. I'm crap at approaching other people, crap at making small talk... *sigh*. To be honest, I've felt very out of the loop ever since I started going to my first Groups back last spring. I've always felt like friendships were being forged around me, but I just wasn't In. Which is all very depressing, becasue these are still the same things I used to worry about back when I was at school, what, 15 years ago now. I like to think that I'm a diffrent person now, that all of the outgoing fun stuff I used to get up to at Uni and soon after were signs that I'd become a different, more proactive person. I suppose either that was always Bollocks or I've regressed. Poot.
End of whine. Normal Scribbles fun will restored shortly, we swears, precious.
