maybe i'm just me

i spent last night playing return of the king and being a complete recluse. i couldn't bear to deal with anyone, so i didn't. the tv was off, oulook was closed, trillian was unopened, and the phone was unplugged. i just hacked and slashed and tried to get past the dead king until it got too chilly to be out from under the über-blankie. once safely ensconced in feathers and poly-cotton blend, i tossed and turned, talking out imaginary conversations while the upstairs neighbour's loud-voiced company rumbled on and on. i woke to two inches of snow outside my window and a sudden fear of driving with my bald tires and crazy commuters. finally, i just sucked it up, made sure my cell phone and bcaa card were ready to go and headed out. piece of cake, she says after the fact, couldn't have been easier. this is where i scoff at myself and my silliness. although, i shouldn't scoff too much, for those two cars facing the wrong way on the highway with their bumpers ripped off obviously didn't have such an easy time of it. anyway, i think i'm back to level for now. i'm still a little bummed about the fact i have to spend more money on my car and boy stuff isn't going the way i'd imagined, but hell, it's all life. shit happens, you deal with it, then more shit happens and then you deal with that. that doesn't mean i won't buy a lottery ticket for tomorrow's draw and pray i win enough to solve at least one of my current problems, though.