Deflated.

Sometimes I wish that by the time I get ready for bed at night, I wish I could go back and just completely forget the day ever happened.  Today would be one of those days.  Most of the crap in my head is going to stay in my home, I just need some sort of written catharsis so that it doesn't come out of my head in the form of high blood pressure or bloody pee or something weird like that.

I've been feeling a downward trend lately -- which I suppose is expected now that I'm moved into the new house, things are settling down, Kidaj is feeling at home.  I just hate that -- being in a new environment -- meeting people can be so hard.  I have no neighbors as of yet, unless you can the 75 year old woman who lives a house and a half down from me.  I'm sure her and i could kick it all night, let me tell you.  And what's even worse -- I DO meet someone and then turn out to not be what/who I thought they were.  So disappointing.  Seriously.

So I've been spending a lot of time baking and cooking -- which is good, I enjoy it.  Until things like tonite (of all days), my bread doesn't rise.  And all I can say to that is MOTHERFUCKER.  *sigh*

Anyway.  Now I have to debate if I should go try to make this again, or give up.