Whinge

My foot hurts when I walk on it. It feels like I mildly sprained something somewhere in the region of my arch. I suppose this is what I get for not being sensible about my footwear this week. Sigh. And ow.

It's a long, long day that feels like it will never end. I'm in a poor state of mind, partly because of my foot, and partly (mostly) because Matt was irritable with me for some reason when I tried to say goodbye on my way out, and he failed to kiss me goodbye, and I've spent the entire day feeling unwanted, and feeling silly for feeling unwanted, and generally feeling sorry for myself and frustrated with my inability to snap out of it. And it's been a ridiculously slow workday that has provided very little in the way of distractions to help me get over it. And I hate that I still let his morning mood shape my entire day. Exactly when did I become so fricking needy? Sigh some more.

Anyway. Tonight I think I'm going with my mom, L'il Sis and Ash to attend a test run at a new restaurant that my brother's inlaws bought for their chef son. Should be interesting. The last time I ate a meal that he prepared the chicken was dangerously undercooked, but that was years ago before he attended chef school, so surely by now he's learned how to properly cook chicken. In all fairness, aside from the potential food poisoning, that last meal was pretty tasty, so I'm expecting good food tonight. Maybe if I hit up the cash bar enough times the alcohol will sterilize any bacteria that makes it into the mix. It's a theory worth trying.