What a sucko weekend and it is already Sunday. Huzzah. I ran some errands earlier and I stopped at home half-way through to drop some things off and then ran out the door again. When I came home about 2 hours later, my mom asked me if I just came in the door. I said yes. Apparently, neither of my parents realized I had been out. They thought I was in my bedroom.
A few years ago I heard the song "Nighshift" by the Commodores and thoroughly enjoyed it. I never got around to downloading it- I do not remember what the reasons were- but did finally obtain a copy (yes, legally) the other day and the first few times I listened to it, I never really paid much attention to all of the lyrics, but I just basically assumed, by the chorus alone, that it was a sensual love making song. Well, I just looked up the lyrics to it and actually started to cry a little reading the extremely touching lyrics. Boy, did I ever misconstrue this song! It turns out the song is actually a tribute to Marvin Gaye and Jackie Wilson.
I have been irritatingly emotional today. If I didn't just get over it, I would think it was going to rear its ugly head again. I cried reading those lyrics, I had Cold Case on while eating dinner and it was the end and it was showing two gay men getting married and I got all emotional over how nice it was and that it is absolutely disgusting that people do not want to allow gays to get married. Then while I was out on my errands, I stopped at McRat for ice cream and since it was dead in there, I decided to sit in there. And then while I was driving home, I thought about how fucking depressing it was, the whole situation. Nine thirty on a Saturday night, a 27 year old young woman sitting alone in a fucking McRat with a book. And I started to cry.
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