|Current mood:|| irritated|
I don't know why, maybe it's Murph's period-depression rubbing off on me, but I'm ridiculously sad. Jeff said he'd get his phone turned on yesterday, but I still haven't heard from him. I know I'm an idiot for being so upset, but I feel like I've vested a lot of energy into an old relationship that I have absolutely no contact with. I can't talk to him, I don't hear from him, and I'm afraid that I won't soon. I feel certain that I will eventually, but because I haven't yet, I'm just afraid.
Maybe I should give up drinking and work more on personal growth. Maybe it's the bunch of irritants I spent the evening with. I love Taboo, but if a twenty-year-old spaz on the opposing team stands over my shoulder and tells me, the High Priestess of Taboo, that Anne Frank is Jewish, then the game really starts to suck big time.
I know Anne Frank was a goddamn Jew, but my knowing that doesn't make my teammates guess the clue any faster, and a nosering with a buzzer yelling it in my ear didn't help either.
Play on your own goddamn team.