My weekends start Friday, finish Sunday. It’s one of my favourite things. I look forward to it all week. It goes by so fast!

Sometimes I wonder if having a 3 day weekend has spoilt me. If it’s one component in an ocean of other difficult things and emotions and circumstances that make me hate the other 4 days.

I tolerate the 4 work days. At best. Sleep through them at worst. Auto-pilot of sorts, but not really. I know what auto-pilot is. And this resembles that, sure, but it’s not that, really.

I had asked Nomi if she wanted to hangout the next weekend. She’s going home, so that’s a no. That’s OK. It hurts at first, but I was able to move on quickly. A fruit (already?!) for all this emotional effort I’ve been putting in!

I want to go see Beau Is Afraid. And I need to pick out a new monitor that I can use both for work and for games. My tiny 13″ screen is very hard to use for work on many days. Plus, go to a nice café! I love going to cafés. The drive of course from the town to the city and back is also great! Very relaxing. Until you enter the city of course. Which is full of egotistic men who are always angry and I don’t know why. Why must you honk at me if I’m driving the speed limit? Why must you jump this red light? Why in such a hurry that a yellow/orange means “go faster” to you and not “slow down?” Why do you not respect my turn signals?

Anyway, that’s my frustration at this whole driving thing. It’s weird because even the good, lawful drivers have to get “dirty” to survive here. And I don’t like doing that, but sometimes I have to. Men make fun of women for being terrible drivers, but I think that’s ironical. It’s the men who are terrible drivers. Knowing how to work a machine is not the end of driving.

Ok, there. You see. I got frustrated again!

There’s not a lot on my agenda today. My best friend wants to talk today so that’s one. But other than that, I might just game the day away. I like gaming. I like multiplayer gaming. Coordinate with random people. It restores my faith in us as a species sometimes. I like this aspect. You have a goal and you work together.

Often of course, I am the weird one writing in the chat “no homophobia please” or “please stop fighting” when the two teams are dumping on each other for…no reason. Gaming is a chilling activity. Fragile ego again?