It's snowing, it's snowing, God I hate this weather.

[cyrano]

First off, to all my friends who have been tolerating my moodiness and sour temperment lately, thank you. I really am pleased and excited at the turn my life seems to be taking, and if I had any energy at all I'd be excited and do little coyote dances and stuff.
But I'm so damn tired, and I'm still way way stressed out. So I curl up to try and stay something like centered, and I put my head down and make sure I go on with life and get done what needs to be done.
And sometimes, when life slows down enough and I have some time to myself, I cry until I feel better.

I've cried plenty, and I've heard lots of other women cry. But women cry, even in their worst pain, with hope and relief. They cry like wolves and coyotes do, howling to talk to their mates as well as to the rest of the pack. But there is something about the way men cry that sounds so hopeless, so anguished, as though the very act of crying is killing them.
-- Mary Ellis, _Angel_

So tomorrow I will not drive the car to work, for the first time.... second time this week. Because I am going from work to the NERO weekender up at Camp Cutter. Thank you Megs for helping me with the frantic and half-assed packing job so that it got DONE and over with. Found my cloak, and for those long term readers I also found my CD case--I'd jammed it into the glove box when I went to Bahst'n Mahkit so that nobody'd try to break into the car and steal them.
And for people I know in both places, I may be going to either LA or SLC for three weeks for the SkyWest training gig.

Comments

[miss-friday.livejournal.com]

Just let me know if it's down here. I can definitely find time to fete you. Or anything else you'd might like.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I already like the sounds of 'anything else'.
I'll have my fingers and toes all crossed.