Bad news: I got lost because fucking Georgia goes both ways instead of just one like I had been informed. There's something in that statement that just...makes my mind spin.
Good news: Iwona bought me a piña colada.
Bad news: I have a headache and Angel is out being his wonderful self for someone else, I think. Attempting to work up the motivation to go get my phone and call him.
Good news: The pager works.
Bad news: You can't turn off the notifiers, just like beowulf said; they're part of the fucking "service".
Good news: I get to sleep in tomorrow.
Bad news: Until 7 AM.
Good news: I got a new keepsake glass from The Old Spaghetti Factory.
Bad news: I have accomplished nothing tonight, since I don't have my AMSA number on me and my head hurts.
You get the picture. I just want to curl up in someone's lap and cuddle them. I do, however, love driving the freeway at night. I love the asphalt spinning beneath my wheels, the flash of lights and the howl of the wind in an open window, making Pink Floyd seem even more encompassing as I finally get the dial on the transmitter turned just so and the minidisc player is clear and static-free.
Good news: Angel came back.
Bad news: Just to tell me Jefe'd gotten there, and he was going to go be social. I'm so fucking selfish. I wanted him.to stay, but he apparently didn't pick up on my mood from the repeated "Mm" as a response to all of his comments. Which only made it worse.
I might just go to bed and cry myself to sleep. I'm so lonely and so tired, and my head hurts, and I don't have anyone to talk to. So alone.