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Dec. 11th, 2003 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sua_layWent to a xmas party today. Just a small get together with some colleagues. Had kinda fun, even though there were moments when I was pretty annoyed at one of the colleagues.
You know the way it goes...
My head hurts. Apparently, my system can't tolerate the mulled wine. Especially the kind of mulled wine that has actual alcohol in it. Bah.
Am once again thinking about things. Some might call it brooding. I wonder if other people have things floating around their mind and no matter what they do, those damn things just keep bugging them. Sometimes I can't stop da brain from fixating on minor mishaps, and I end up brooding and sniveling and calling myself a bad person/lousy worker.
Weird.
I wonder if this is what people call neurotic. Have no idea.
Since Mia never called me (and for some reason I didn't call her) I have no idea when I'll be going to see you know what. Am still not sure watching it in the middle of the night and then either spending the rest of the night with people who can't tolerate the weeping slasher or spending the rest of the night alone weeping is a good idea.
I'm however enjoying this third bout of fangirlish squeeing.
Will have to really focus now. It's the weird part of the year, when I can almost remember the traditional xmas stuff, but don't really. Since it's not my thing, I'm a bit weirded every time I have to be a cool rolemodel at work and actually participate in the whole fuss. Gingerbread! Decorations! Carols!
Can't we just have like a few weeks of rest or something? I'm really not into all this fuss.
Now I want to rant about xmas and all the stupidity and angst and lousiness and sadness and loneliness and whatever fucked up thing my brain can conjure up.
Maybe it's better if I just go to bed.
Bah humbug.
You know the way it goes...
My head hurts. Apparently, my system can't tolerate the mulled wine. Especially the kind of mulled wine that has actual alcohol in it. Bah.
Am once again thinking about things. Some might call it brooding. I wonder if other people have things floating around their mind and no matter what they do, those damn things just keep bugging them. Sometimes I can't stop da brain from fixating on minor mishaps, and I end up brooding and sniveling and calling myself a bad person/lousy worker.
Weird.
I wonder if this is what people call neurotic. Have no idea.
Since Mia never called me (and for some reason I didn't call her) I have no idea when I'll be going to see you know what. Am still not sure watching it in the middle of the night and then either spending the rest of the night with people who can't tolerate the weeping slasher or spending the rest of the night alone weeping is a good idea.
I'm however enjoying this third bout of fangirlish squeeing.
Will have to really focus now. It's the weird part of the year, when I can almost remember the traditional xmas stuff, but don't really. Since it's not my thing, I'm a bit weirded every time I have to be a cool rolemodel at work and actually participate in the whole fuss. Gingerbread! Decorations! Carols!
Can't we just have like a few weeks of rest or something? I'm really not into all this fuss.
Now I want to rant about xmas and all the stupidity and angst and lousiness and sadness and loneliness and whatever fucked up thing my brain can conjure up.
Maybe it's better if I just go to bed.
Bah humbug.
