Good grief, after a mostly drama-laden weekend, I find myself happy to be at work.  I don't think that there was anything of import that went down this weekend.  I attempted to push myself and have a good time, but outside of Tulip Fest, there wasn't much interesting to report.  Being sick will do that to you...  at least on the other end it will.

Mother's Day was uneventful, though I did enjoy taking my mom out.  FyreSpawn spent the day with his father, only calling me after prompted by my mother and stopping briefly to deliver (very sweet) gifts to me.

Huge raging blow out with a good friend kicked off the weekend(I am not talking to him, petty though that may be, I need time to stew) and this is the second time it's happened in virtually the same way.  I'm at the point of trying to decide if we stick with the three-strike rule and let it potentially happen again or if I'm just fed up enough to write him off after 6 years of strong friendship.  Until I feel less petty and am finished stewing, this is not a decision to make, just one to think on.

I did learn, however, how to hang up on someone face-to-face.  It is rather gratifying I find.

Baby Mama drama continues.  It makes me tired to think about it.  I don't think that I could even begin to type that story from now and there is no way in hell I'm telling the whole thing.  It never ever ends and it's the child of Chaos who suffers.

Random comments shouted by strangers shouldn't affect me, but sometimes they do, especially when I'm already in a funky state of mind.  Called it an early night and walked home in the rain.  At least it was a warm rain.

Sunday, the disappointing Mother's Day, I found out about the death of someone I had fond memories of.  Not my family, but that of someone close to me and I'm grieving a little inside.  I'm also trying to be supportive and to assist (as possible) with the travel arrangements for the Dragonmaker.  Granted, I have my own selfish motives in this (namely that if I'm going to have this contest and put whatever plan I wind up with into effect it's got to be now or WEEKS - horrible, pining weeks - from now), but it's my belief that everyone has selfish motives no matter what they do.

Even though I'll be at work late tonight, I've been productive this week (all two days of it) and all I really have to do is babysit the process as others learn the ropes.  I don't really mind being at work this week, though.  I feel much better after hitting the point of actually burning out and think that I've staved it off for at least a week, if not longer.

Promises, promises, but next week may be the week I regain my life.