Fucky Tuesday

I am getting increasingly edgy, and my energy levels are fluctuating like a sumbitch....

Reason? Well, a major part of it is that while I may have taken the unorthodox route to marriage, I love my husband deeply. And when I haven't heard from him for 8 days (goin' on 9), I tend to get restless. Part of it is worry. Part of it is fear. Yet another part of it is anger, that he would cause me to feel so displaced.

Damned man. What if he is in trouble this time? Okay, I'm not going there, not yet.

Anyway, work made waking up early a necessity. I had breakie, and still feeling listless (yet fidgety, if you can believe it), I decided to take to my bed. Bed = haven. When you sleep, you put aside conflicting emotions. Rest is therapeutic, after all...also, Streamyx was having some problems, and I didn't actually have anything else I wanted to do that could take my mind off 8 days of no contact.

I came out of my morning nap into straightforward anger. I think I had some disturbing dreams, which were somehow related to the people I know who are musically inclined. I don't know why I was feeling anger. Probably some left over vibes from my rant on the recent Opening Ceremony of this convention I was sent to write up on.

No, I will not elaborate :)

Really, I was all set on not going because I was so angry. It's doubly hard to let go of anger, when there's no specific target to direct it at. Just my 2 cents. But dress I did. And pack my gym bag, I did. And talk like Yoda, I do. Not. Haha!!

I made the lunch show, was duly impressed by the high school chorale standards overseas. Attempted to attend a workshop and a paper presentation. The former, we walked out of early... me and Dr. Mimi. I can't remember why we walked out...I think it was prolly cuz it was boring. The latter, well. Lets just say the presentation was to be held by a local gent, and in typical (to this occassion that I've seen) fashion, did not turn up. At all. It's starting to be a trend, and believe me. People are NOT stupid. When you have professors, higher-education educators and doctorate students in attendance, you can bet the bank they're not in the least bit stupid. I shudder to think of the impression we may be giving to the world.

I managed to squeeze in a quick shopping trip at the expo, as well as catch a harmonica trio. It was pretty...amazing :) I have pictures, and I'm not afraid to post it! Later...! :) Anyway, Music Sales UK had a booth up, so I picked up a Barbershop Quartet songbook, and 2 other songs in looseleaf.

Anyway, I'd overbooked my night, cleared one, decided to ditch the other, and ended up at Laundry to cheer on my sis, Fancy Poultry, meet Juliet, and eyeball a real-life WordUp meet :) Saw a lot of people. Incredibubble!!!! :) Had fun, despite the fact that I was tired and wilting around the edges.

Met an old friend! We did the obligatory lets-slap-our-lives-together-in-5-minutes-and-hope-for-the-best routine :) Note to self: Send said friend's regards to other friend who recently got married on the sly.

Bwahahaha.

Okay, I'm really tired now. And I have another long day tomorrow. Heck, it's gonna be a long week, and as long as stupid darned hubby don't call, I'm gonna be a bitch on wheels til he does. Dammit all to HECK!

:p