Friday fugue

If I were a kid again, I think I'd be having a tantrum right now, for no good reason other than the fact that I could.

Being a responsible adult, I have to settle for trying to articulate what's going on. I feel...restless and irritated, trying to wrap my head around the fact that it's Friday, which is usually a source of joy and relaxation. Instead, it's like the weekend is staring back at me with an insolent sneer, saying "Fuck you, asswipe."

( Obstinate Ladyparts )

( Imperial woes )

In happier news, I am heading to Vancouver in April to attend another Stargate con. I have my passport, airfare booked to Seattle, and an invitation from mercury973 to crash with her. The imminent fangirl meetup and the prospect of the Hewlett meet&greet is a very faint light at the end of this tunnel. (Plus I'm evilly pondering if we can find a grocery store in Vancouver that will sell us rotten tomatoes to throw at Brad Wright.)

The Castle Season 1 DVDs I got from the library are all frelled up, the two-pack of preg sticks I peed on this week were both invalid (though customer service is supposed to send me a free replacement), and my weekend plans have gone kerflooey. We've got cancer, injuries, and unemployment on both sides of the family; I'm scared to answer the phone anymore.

Please tell me happy things from your lives, friends. Or things that make you go SQUEEE! If all else fails, I hope you have a lovely weekend.