There are some days that just kinda suck

And today is one of them. Anna and I had planned to go skating and to the movies, but after about fifteen minutes of weaving around little kids in the rink, my ear started burning, and a sharp searing seemed to spread up my jaw until I couldn't see straight. I skated around for another ten minutes, but finally I couldn't stand it anymore and had to leave the ice. I was also somewhat breathless and decided to buy a bottle of Coke (there was little else to choose from), in hopes it would improve my condition. It didn't, and only served to make me feel sick. That was really lame. The stinging didn't abate and Anna called her mom, who brought me home. Anna was really nice about it, but I feel badly--the night was ruined for her, as well. And I still hurt. Myu.

WHen I got home, my internet didn't work, but I found out something that may be useful. my computer is now seemingly not picking up any dial tone at all, but it may be due to a problem with my phone cord outlet on my laptop. When I held the cord and pushed it tightly into the socket, it would begin to connect sometimes if I wiggled it around a bit. It required a lot of pressure, however, being applied at a very specific angle, so whenever I found it, my grip would always falter soon after and the connection would cease. Highly irritating, but it may lead to the resolution of maybe one of my internet issues. I can hope.

And then, after that, the Mozilla on this computer died and I lost what I'd typed. I was going to add more, but I'm too sick of typing on a desktop keyboard to feel motivated enough. Besides, the rant I feel like making is boring, and reprehensible, coming from me. It's one of those things that you don't mind coming from other people, but seems rancid when derived from your own thoughts. Does that make sense? I feel that way about a few things... But if tension keeps mounting I may end up verbalizing it anyway. Blerh...

I keep snapping at people, since I'm very aggravated at the moment. I better go upstairs and draw and sulk in the most productive way I know how; by myself. Sulking alone is better, since you don't bother others with it, and don't spread the mood. Two or more depressed people is worse than one depressed person. I just wish Aaron would shut up when I told him to, though. I love the man dearly, but he can't contain himself. I tell him as politely as possible to leave me be, and he does, for five minutes, before launching back into conversation. THat's why I anger at him more readily than anyone, I think. Just. Shut. Up. But then again, I don't want to say that to him. He means no harm, and I've no right to be bitchy.

...I just wish that I could take Ibuprofen so the burning would go away. ;_;

I hope that Robin, Bear, Margeneta, et al. are dancing the night away, and enjoying themselves far more than I am.

...Goodnight.