*sigh*

You would think that going out to eat and seeing a good movie would make for a good day.

Yeah.

Saturday's haven't been ideal the last couple of weeks. Something pops up and they just seem to go bad.

Ever have one of those times when you'd like to bitch about the unfairness of your life but you can't because everyone else is too busy being depressed/distracted by the suckage in their own life?

And how petty is it to whine about not being able to whine? To complain that I can't complain because everyone else all ready knows I've got nothing to complain about?

The movie was great. The Badgers won.

I'm thinking I need sleep.

I'm sure I'll have to be perky again tomorrow.