my weekend felt grey -- canon powershot G3
It was not a good weekend. An error in obsessively planning something that I wasn't ultimately prepared for shook me to my brittle, over-sensitive core, and broke me down to my normal weekend fare: sleeping my way through the day. I am a sore loser, and I haven't the ability to roll with the punches - I turn into a blubbering, destructive force that speaks without thinking. Red-hot, fiery, bitter words erupt - words that make no sense, and end up hurting and confusing anyone in their path. And then it subsides and all I can do is numb myself with needless sleep.
