When Bad Moods Attack!
Nov. 14th, 2007 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryWork was SUPER busy yesterday, and didn't move any faster despite. Still, I felt accomplished when I got home, so I these things kind of balanced each other out. Then I got a call from telling me my Dr.'s appointment has been cancelled because he's going on vacation, and would I like to reschedule it for a week later. Well, no, but given that the alternative is to not see him, we'll go with that.
Mood did not improve from there. Tried to tell Ken about it when he got home, only to have him interrupt me to tell me I shouldn't be upset. I know he was only trying to help, by intervening before I worked myself into a tizzy or somesuch, but it had an opposite effect. I told him I would be better after the gym, and 582 calories later, I did feel better. I was downright murderous while I was on the machine, though. It wasn't until I started re-hashing old arguments in my head that I realized I was just in a really really bad mood, and started to get over it.
Unfortunately, my bad mood seemed to just hop over to him, and he got very very quiet after the gym. I believe the next sentence that he initiated was "Are you getting drunk tonight?" after I poured my first drink. He made us basalmic glazed eggplant for dinner, which was absurdly tasty, and quite lovely (not that plating matters to me). While he was cooking, my papa called, to see if I had gotten my passport, and also check up. I wonder what's going on in their heads to make them so concerned.
Anyway, after dinner, I did the dishes and did some studying, then drank more and layed on the couch. This is when I entered Part 2 of my bad mood for the day, in more of a sad than an angry kind of way. Eventually sobered up, and headed back into the room, where Ken was just finishing his grocery list. We went to bed early, and made love, and snuggled. In spite of all of this positivity, I still woke up around 3am in a fury, and did not get back to sleep until 5:30 or so.
Mood did not improve from there. Tried to tell Ken about it when he got home, only to have him interrupt me to tell me I shouldn't be upset. I know he was only trying to help, by intervening before I worked myself into a tizzy or somesuch, but it had an opposite effect. I told him I would be better after the gym, and 582 calories later, I did feel better. I was downright murderous while I was on the machine, though. It wasn't until I started re-hashing old arguments in my head that I realized I was just in a really really bad mood, and started to get over it.
Unfortunately, my bad mood seemed to just hop over to him, and he got very very quiet after the gym. I believe the next sentence that he initiated was "Are you getting drunk tonight?" after I poured my first drink. He made us basalmic glazed eggplant for dinner, which was absurdly tasty, and quite lovely (not that plating matters to me). While he was cooking, my papa called, to see if I had gotten my passport, and also check up. I wonder what's going on in their heads to make them so concerned.
Anyway, after dinner, I did the dishes and did some studying, then drank more and layed on the couch. This is when I entered Part 2 of my bad mood for the day, in more of a sad than an angry kind of way. Eventually sobered up, and headed back into the room, where Ken was just finishing his grocery list. We went to bed early, and made love, and snuggled. In spite of all of this positivity, I still woke up around 3am in a fury, and did not get back to sleep until 5:30 or so.
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