In which I decide to honor my extroverted side’s need to be totally fucking antisocial.

Last week I had pretty rotten PMS. Emotionally I wasn’t all that much bitchier than usual, but I was as waterlogged as a long-dead corpse in a stagnant Midwestern pond and I decided to spend my weekend at home alone, where I couldn’t piss anyone off with my rotten, cranky attitude.

The Curse started Saturday morning and accordingly I spent all day in bed, except for a trip around the block with the dog and a brief dinner trip to Rosita’s for delicious chiles rellenos. I spent all day in bed Sunday, too, and never left the house once. Both days Teh BF dropped over briefly, but not long enough to piss me off.

I played with the Eee PC. A lot. I played with my new 20X External DVD Rewritable Drive w/Lightscribe, too, and my cell phone and my iThing. I watched Wall-E, the fourth Indiana Jones movie, the third Mummy movie, half of the X-Files movie, half of the Holy Grail, and about four episodes of Torchwood. I surfed for ebooks, yarn, and porn. I napped. I drank a latte. I finished Parable of the Sower and started Escapement.

It was lazy and decadent and, overall, just plain awesome.

I felt mildly sad leaving the house this morning, because it meant my weekend of self-imposed aloneness (which wasn’t all that alone, because G’ma was home and has no problems whatsoever just talking up the stairs at me) was over. But it was 11 degrees out even with the sun shining, and my sweet BF got up early on his day off just to drive me and the blue dog to work (I could have used the walk after all that lying around, but the dog probably would have gotten frostbite with her tiny little not-very-heeler feet) so that made me feel all special and loved and nice.

I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that perhaps a smidge of the sadness was actually at doing the right thing and leaving the beloved tiny notebook at home; I don’t really need to have it at work with me, but when I do I just can’t keep my hands off of it because it’s so hella adorable! and I don’t want to lose everyone’s permission to bring in their laptops occasionally by over-using the privilege.

Oh, yeah: in my defense, while I didn’t do laundry or get properly dressed or even bathe all weekend, I did clean the sink and toilet in the front bathroom. Poorly. But still! It’s something!