Sweet Catastrophe

Fair warning, I’m about to whine and be self-pitying for a bit here. Feel free to skip.

I realized last week that this year’s Thanksgiving is going to suck. Over the past few years, Thanksgiving on my mom’s side has been super toned down. It’s pretty phoned in. That’s okay though, ’cause there’s always my dad’s side. That’s where the melt-in-your-mouth fried turkey comes from. With all that’s going on right now, I just don’t think that’ll be happening. Is this selfish? Absolutely, but dammit, I love Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has always been my holiday because that’s when we have the best food, and my Birthday is on the 26th. Bah. I already know my Birthday will be nothing special. I’ll be in class until 3, and Ryan will be in the shop until at least 5. We’ll probably grab some food and maybe watch a movie. Woo. I’m not expecting any special gifts either….

Then I remembered that my Halloween was not at all special. I always get really excited about Halloween and I forgot it was even Halloween! What’d I do that day? I went to class, and then I went to the damn gyno…WOOOOO

SO of course, being the optimistic soul that I am, I’ve got a hunch that Christmas won’t be so thrilling either. *sigh*

I took the copy I made of my request for Christmas off and put it in Peggy’s box with a note asking why no one can seem to find the request I put in a month ago. I’m not expecting good news.

So I’m being all grumpy over that. It’s dumb, I know–but that’s how I feel right now.

Work has been horrible the past two days, but now I don’t even feel like typing that all out. I need to go do something happy.