general general malaise

Unhappy, unmotivated, unfriendly.

I spent ages this morning muttering to myself over something untenably rude, selfish, and disrespectful someone I know well said (not to me). I’m tired of that kind of behavior being treated as though it were funny or newsworthy—or worthy of anything but scorn. I’m tired of having to censor myself to talk about it. I miss Julie and Alecia.

I’m loving Jane Eyre more than anything. I hate getting out of the car, because I have to stop listening to it.

I wish I knew what the problem was. Everything anyone does pisses me off, strikes me as rude and selfish for no real reason (except the above-referenced incident, which was inexcusable).

We didn’t go out on Saturday because I went to Patrick’s confirmation party. For some reason I now feel guilty for this because Matt spent the whole weekend stewing about not having seen us. Linda needs a motherfucking car, by the way.

Also, Bruce is being a real dick today. Just a fucking asshole.