Pissed as a fart...

... or close enough to make no difference.

Now, past experience has told me the red wine euphoria doesn't last long, so I'll post quickly before the angst settles in. Book club tonight, which was most fun, including hooking up with an American girl recently arrived in the Psychic Black Hole that is Albury-Wodonga. Possible Easter get-together. Then I went to the pub with Leanne and Phil, and had many red wines and got into the state I'm in now, and enjoyed myself doing it. David still sucks, indecisive prick that he his. :) Housemate had left dinner on the stove, which was very nice. :)

Bed soon. Lunch with the parentals and grandparental tomorrow. Happy Easter, those who celebrate it. Me, I'm in it for the public holidays. ;)

Visions of ficcers dancing in my head...

See, there's a reason why I shouldn't read LJs late at night, whilst drunk, not long before bed. I've been dreaming your lives all night. *grins* Bastards.

And the funny thing is, when I dream, I don't stay in my own 'body' - I flit from person to person, so I might start off as myself haivng a conversation or something, and then later be talking to myself as someone else. A bit like that part in the "The Shit Just Hit The Fan" THOSD RR where Azzy had me possessing Dex. So, I've been having a multiple personality kind of night.

Lunch today with mum and dad and my grandparents. Not sure of the time - I'll wander down to the folks' place around 11.30. I'm even dressed nicely for the occasion. *grins* In a skirt, shock, horror.

Had a great (if somewhat garbled) conversation with Lee and Phil at the pub last night about all sorts of things. Men, and why they flee screaming into the night from me, *grins again* why Wodonga is a Psychic Black Hole and why you should listen to those vows you make when you're eighteen (mine was to never live in this area again, and I've been proved right), the character-building effects of having a crappy year, writing, songs, inspiration... all sorts of things. Phil's a really interesting bloke, although I disagree with him about there being truckloads of intelligent and sensitive men in this town - if there are, they're doing a damn good job of hiding. But I'm feeling less angry this morning, less bitter. Still not happy about living here, or work (we've had an appalling couple of days), but I have four days off and only one more week of court sittings in the old building and then a week of packing and moving. The new court will at least give me the option of personal space, and I won't be underfoot as much, annoying the others.

One thing's become very clear in the year I've spent up here - I don't belong here. I just don't fit. Shades of high school all over again...

But, as I keep reminding myself, July. And I have an actual itinerary now, so I'll have to get off my butt and actually post it and let people know what's happening. *grins at Mel* We're going on a roadTRIP! *kick*

Speaking of the Mel... I'll call you this afternoon, okay? Lunch instead of dinner with the family. New number, right?