I broke my nose on Saturday. How was your weekend?

Love is being stupid together
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I am tired. I am sore. I need my rest. I can't sleep.

It's hard to discern sometimes if one is being taken for granted or if there's just no time for anyone in someone else's life. Having been taken for granted a fair bit in the last while, I'm particularly touchy when it comes to this subject. Circles move and change, sometimes quicker than anyone could expect, and if I'm at the outside edge of yours at the moment, then don't try to force yourself to make me be closer. If it's meant to be, it'll happen again. Constant movement. Like tides.

I'm busier than I want to be this next few days. Not that I don't want to see everyone I'm going to, not that I am not looking forward to dinners and parties and friends and family, just that it would have been nice if any of it had happened on days I had off. Ah well, it'll get me off my (currently) lazy ass and make me move, move, move for awhile, and all of it is surprisingly low stress activities. There's just a lot of them in a very short time and some dreadful bloody work schedules to go with it.

Still, I'm trending towards happy, I think. In a bitter and bitchy way. Better to be happy and pessimistic than sad and optimistic. A happy pessimist can be gleefully startled by anything even remotly good that happens, and roll with the punches of the bad, as it's what they expect. A sad optimist just gets kicked in the metaphorical gut every time something goes wrong, and takes it way too hard.