Ups and Downs

Today was the most ridiculous juggling act with my physical and emotional state of being. I woke up early to go meet Janel for lunch at 11, at that I think was the start of things just being weird. I was tired to begin with, and I kept going back and forth all day between having plenty of energy, like, bountiful excessive energy, and being just absurdly tired, down, angry, and spiteful.

I attribute this to several factors.
1) I was tired from waking up early
2) I consumed three hardcore genki drinks over the course of the day
3) I had some complete shit kids classes that were frustrating as all hell

Among other things. Janel and I had lunch, and got some stuff off our chests, er, well, I got some stuff off my chest about where I stand with things and how far I'm willing to take them with her, at least for now, and it was good, because I was pretty straightforward about what things put me off between us, and she seems like she's very willing to try to make things better, and happy that we got them out in the open early on rather than later. We'll see where that goes.

Today though was ridiculous. There's really no way to describe the rollercoaster ride I went on today. It seriously made me think about what it must be like to be bipolar. I would hate to have those kinds of extremes all the time. Thankfully I've since levelled out, after a few drinks and some quality time with friends after work enjoying Mexican food and absurdly spicy sauce.

My birthday is rolling up quickly, and I have to start making preparations for my party, as well as getting time off to go to SummerSonic, for which I already have tickets. Additionally, I need at the same time to do more with my life and get more sleep. How I'm gonna manage that is beyond me at the moment.

Natascha and I went out after work last night, and went to Denny's, which for the record, as I've already stated, is NOTHING like Denny's at home. If you wanna know what I mean, just consider this: no milkshakes. No seasoned fries. No ranch dressing. No Dagwood. Melon Soda. No buffalo sauce OR bleu cheese dressing. It's enough to make a man miss home. Or at least complain while he orders the Club Sandwich and marvels how it's absolutely NOTHING like a club sandwich back home, despite having been inappropriately named American Clubhouse Sandwich.

Anyway, I'm gonna cruise to bed now. Goodnight me. And the other two or three people that read this.