Last night I discovered just how misanthropic the past year of working two jobs and being a retail slave have made me. My poor mood during the evening doesn't need to be discussed, we'll just say that I was ready to get home and dreading the long metro ride. Of course, as it turns out, while I was at work the birthday festivities of one of my favorite people had been moved to within a block of the second job. So regardless of how long the day had been and how tired I was, there was no way I was not going to at least stop by. Standing there, the dull ache of most of my body became unpleasant tingling and shooting pains, and it was determined that I needed to sit. This put me out of the circle of conversation until the quite lovely folks out for a fun time moved over my direction. You'd think that at this point I'd be happy to be with people I enjoy out in a venue I quite like. Alas, that was not the case. I couldn't even summon polite conversation, and pretty much came off shrewishly. It was a sad moment in Megan land.

The resulting decision is that this weekend will be spent in a low key manner, no rushing and lots of sleep. There are some social events planned, but I may still just hole up in my empty apartment and try to recover just a little bit, because the next three weekends are going to require that I be well behaved and fun. It's summer, life's picking up, and I want to enjoy it. If this mood and fatigue continues, that just won't happen.