Friday, December 15, 2006

Six Days to be leaving on a jet plane...

Feeling quite mellow tonight. My brain and body are so entirely exhausted that I can hardly do anything but sit here and reflect. Just to let you know my mood, I'll set a picture in your mind of my current state- I am listening to "You and I" by Michael Buble, I just walked back from the Co-op store (it's 10:56 on my clock), the lighting in the room is a solitary lamp with shade and 40 watt bulb, my feet are throbbing and resting on the coffee table as I type on the laptop, TV is on mute so I can see when "Sex in the City" is going to begin and all I smell is the vanilla accents of the new perfume sample I received with a Sephora online order yesterday.

Mellow maybe isn't quite the word. I don't know. Emotionally dead might be a better way to say it. I had a bad end of the day. The class Christmas music video that we worked our butts off for all week, is having some major technical difficulties when I just didn't have the time or energy to deal with it. I was kind of mad, upset, frustrated and disappointed all at once. I am sure it is just that I am so tired, but I just got so drained from the incident. And now I am just distant, detached and withdrawn feeling. I can't really help it, and I just hope I can get a boost before tomorrow, since the social event of the month is happening in the evening- the Staff Christmas Party/Potluck Dinner at the school. There will be a gift exchange, a few games, Santa will be there too I think, and then the feast of all feasts.

So, after school I ate and then found out there was "Ladies' Night" at the Co-op. So I called April and we met there at about 8 pm. (she lives on the other side of the co-op so it's kind of a halfway point) Now "Ladies Night" whether at Co-op or Northern (which took place on Wednesday night this week, I also went to that), well, that is the closest feeling you ever get in the North to the headaches of the shopping malls in the south on the weekend before Christmas. Only difference is the occasional games that happen, like the unrolling toilet paper race game, or balloon breaking with a dart, or singing the best song over the store intercom system, or race to get an item, or whatever. It is kind of fun, but really unless you are fully awake, the wait is SOOOOOO long at the cash. My legs are so sore for the hour in line tonight. It was really getting a bit on the annoying side, and due to my lowered emotional senses, I found I was getting a bit impulsive with what I was doing and saying... You know the kind of things you do and say that you wish you hadn't. Well, hopefully this horrible day will pass away into the forgotten past...

I should go to bed. Have been typing this sorry tale on commercial breaks during both "Sex in the City" and now "Friends". Good night!

2 Comments:

Blogger Gillian said...

LJLC-

My little brother is actually working there now. He loves cooking and got a job working in the kitchen and sometimes serving. He is learning many of the secrets, and often tells me about new additions to the menu, I heard he loves making the new wraps, so we will definately have to try them if you ladies are free...

I will be home in Yarmouth this coming Friday and then leave again on New Years Day for Halifax so we'll have to try and hook something up if we have a chance...

G.

9:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Christmas shopping in Sydney is probably the worst I have ever seen.... One of the bigger malls used an adjacent field as a parking lot. The mall already has several different multilayer parking lots spread out over a massive area... but the field was filling up slowly too today. Needless to say, we don't shop on the weekends anymore, only weekdays, and after 2:30 because that's when the soccer mom's go to pick the kids up from school so there are spots left in the lots!

Anyway though G, keel smiling... if you do it enough it'll slowly cheer you up, even on crap days.

Mike

6:43 AM  

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