Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Home today - rough stomach, as usual.

Last night's melodrama.... well, yeah. Basically, between the sappiness of The Office's season finale, and Kath not being around, and the realization that my social anxiety is getting way out of control, I was teetering perilously close towards a very long, lonely, dark night of the soul, and drinking would have resulting in drunk myspace dialing, and nothing good would have come of that. Ultimately I sorta snapped out of it, cuddled with the dogs, read a little, and was able to get a relatively decent night's sleep. And now I'm home with a bum stomach.


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