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"Wycherly, you son of a ..."

Ahem. I haven't been overly fond of today. More specifically, I haven't been overly fond of who I've been today.

The morning started with a thesis meeting, which went well, other than my advisor reminding me that I'd written into my proposal (which was due today, of which she had a draft) that I would finish researching and writing one part of my thesis by fall break. Mid-October. Ack.

After meeting, going home to finish up the proposal (it ended up being 8 pages long, which was by far the longest thesis proposal I ever heard of) and print it up to turn it in. My printer was finally being recognized by my computer, so I thought I didn't have a problem until my computer froze while I was writing the proposal. Losing a good chunk of what I'd just typed. I was not amused.

Unfortunately, I allowed this lack of amusement to infect every social contact I had for a few hours afterwards. I realized that I was turning into a heinous wench, and that I was less than pleasant to be around. I tried to use the hours I was at the library at work to get myself out of that state, but I'm still feeling...off. The long car ride in pursuit of waterweapons with Matt, Eric, and a few others that lead to nothing (waterweapons are considered seasonal by all toy stores - though I did get two gallons of bubble solution) and the lack of dinner didn't make me any happier. After we got home, and I finally got some food, Matt stealthily struck our dorm mom, Meng, with a water pistol. She vowed revenge, so there was little I could do but get her a weapon and show her how to use it, to send her on her way. Unfortunately, I got caught in the crossfire, then became a target. I'm still a bit damp.

All I really wanted was to have a few minutes where I was allowed to be unhappy, and not told why I shouldn't be, and to have some gesture of caring. A note, some small gesture of "yes, I know it's been a rotten day, here, let me help." But I think I ask too much. I really need to just deal with this kind of thing, you know? My computer freezing up should not be this big of a deal.

I'm not my favorite person right now.


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Sep. 13th, 2002 09:06 pm (UTC)
Ya know, you don't have to be your favorite person. It's okay to feel bummed about the little things, and I just want you to know that I sure enjoyed our hugs in commons. I think that the reason for bad times is so that friends can be there to say, "Hey, you haven't had a good day today, have you. Here, let me help", which is what I want to say to you right now.
I love you all the time. Especially when you are damp and grumpy, because that's when you need it most.

In the wise words of a wonderful friend of mine:
Hugs! Lost and lots of hugs!
Sep. 15th, 2002 06:00 pm (UTC)
Amen to that last post! ::bighugehonkinhugs:: I love you no matter how your day went. So :P!

Btw, what on earth is the reference in this post's title?

~me :*
Sep. 15th, 2002 10:18 pm (UTC)
Oh, that's just me being a theatre geek. There's a Restoration comedic writer by the name of Wycherly, who was not well liked at court. One day, walking through Hyde Park, a carriage passed him and (some lady of importance in the court, can't remember who) hollered out the window "Wycherly, you son of a whore!" My High Comedy teacher told us about this, and I was most amused.
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