Today just appears to be a generally bad day. Not that that is particularly surprising... I haven't had a lot of good days lately. But still, today had great potential to be wonderful. I have this awesome new haircut, I picked out a lovely outfit and I got to spend the day with Emma celebrating her birthday. However, despite all of those things I find myself just wanting to crawl back into bed and not come out until christmas. Or something.
Last night I stayed up rather late talking to one of my brother's friends who is currently staying with us. She's such a sweet girl but, even though I like talking to her, a lot of unpleasant topics came up and the whole conversation left me feeling... not so good. Then when I finally did go to bed I couldn't sleep and spent most of the night staring up at the ceiling.
So, needless to say I was extremely tired when I woke up. As well as feeling more than a little bit down because the conversation from yesterday still lingered in my mind. And it still does. But I still got myself out of bed, made tea and started getting ready to go out. From the moment I had gotten my haircut yesterday I had been longing to try to curl my hair and so I did that this morning. It was SO pretty. All fluffy and bouncy, just like I imagined it would be. Sadly, after only about thirty minutes outside my curls were drooping and looked about as depressed as I felt. Ugh.
Still, I went out and I met up with Emma. She looked lovely as always. Then we walked around in town searching for a café that wasn't packed with people... I think we must have been walking around for over an hour when we finally decided to give up. However, when we walked towards the subway we happened past a café that did, in fact, have empty seats! Tired as we both were, we decided to at least have some cake before going home. So we went inside, elbowed our way through a throng of people and snatched an empty table. Now, the café was rather nice, although crowded, and they had nice pastries but no matter how much I tried to enjoy myself I struggled. A lot. My eyelids drooped, I yawned a lot and my hairband was giving me an epic migraine. Thankfully, Emma seemed to understand, but it still felt so bad to sit there and feel horrible when we were supposed to be celebrating her birthday.
In the end we just ate our cake, sat there and halfheartedly tried to keep a conversation going. Then the cake ran out and there was really no reason to remain there anymore. So we went our separate ways and I went straight home.
Now I am sitting here by my computer with a killer headache, sipping lukewarm tea and feeling generally miserable. Later tonight I will have to go out to a restaurant with my parents and have a late birthday dinner for my mother. Normally I would love going out to dinner, but right now I am so tired I just want to stay home. Even the glorious food isn't enough to make me want to go out. I still have no appetite.
Right... enough ranting for today.
Happy Birthday, Emma. I'll treat you to dinner sometime when I have my appetite back to make up for all of this.