Weirdness For Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner

It has been a spectacularly weird week, and it's only Tuesday night.

I got a sizable bonus at work - it's enough to dig me out of my current shallow debt and allow me to spend a wee bit more on the multiple trips I'll be taking this summer.

wild_wanderer had a birthday party yesterday at Spänks. I got to hang out with all kinds of interesting folks. There's a chance I may have found some renters, though I'm not going to count my chickens just yet. The party did involve meeting and socializing with some enthusiastic folk I'd never met before. I hope they stick around. We were pimping the SCA to them something rotten.

I received an offer that was... unexpected (no it wasn't an offer for sex, that's even more far-fetched). It included an assessment of my character so positive that it bares little-to-no resemblance to my self-image. This led to some decidedly anxiety-provoking dreams and a "wonderful" morning walk wherein I rapidly flipped between being flattered and having the demons chew on my psyche.

I haven't decided if I'll accept yet - I need a lot more information. And I have to do some demon-slaying. I had too many similarly-worded offers in my childhood that turned into traps. I know, intellectually, that that's not the case here, but the knee-jerk emotional response remains.

Fuck. Why can't I just take a purely positive thing and enjoy it?

Work was thankfully uneventful. I had an opportunity to stomp some minor, but long-standing bugs in the code.

I should know better then to read LJ at work. I had a completely pointless argument with someone on their blog. Pointless because, whether I'm right or wrong, ultimately the events provoking the discussion are going to happen. If this is cryptic, it might be because you didn't read my recent f-locked post. The whole ridiculous mess pushes my buttons and I really do need to just let it go.

Remember, it's your friends who are important - everything else is just obstacles to remove from their path. If fate has decided that I'm to have a supporting (rather then lead) role, then there's no reason why I can't get the "Best-supporting" prize.

Had a surprisingly pleasant walk home in the rain. The air was clear, the rain wasn't heavy, and it was a sun-shower with a beautiful rainbow. Walking across the Brentwood Station LRT bridge I spied a hot blond with really nice legs. As I passed her, I recognized her to be JN (a girl I was interested in briefly years ago), who gave me a half-hearted smile and wave. Unexpected - I'd have thought I'd get a scowl and some harsh language. She is just one of many girls who found my attention to be creepy. Oh well.

And now I'm home. No beer Sunday, Monday or today - brain chemistry is just a little too volatile right now.

And just to leave things on a positive note: ( Diana Rigg in some smoking hot fetish wear... )