Well, last night was the night before the full moon, traditionally known as... the night before the full moon.

Pretty dull, though productive, day. Did a few loads of laundry, some repairs around the apartment (I am SO the "man" of the house), reorganized my bookself. Okay, I was BORED. Roomie had to work all day, and everybody else seemed to have non-Killy-related things to do. So I was cooped up aaaalllll alone in my apartment. Alone time and personal reflection are all well and good, but I've got WAY too much to think about these days, and too much alone time means too much thinking, which means cranky (and potentially crazy) Killy. And the PMS doesn't help. Aunt Flo is late this month, too. The bitch. C'mon, just frickin' BLEED already, and get it over with! And I'm all broken out, too. Goddamn hormones.

ANYWAY, I finally snapped around 10, couldn't take the isolation anymore, and tracked down Beth and Violet. We watched Say Anything at their place, where I dozed off (typical). So I came home and had a few drinks and watched some late-night Olympics with Roomie.

No rant today, per se (hey! that rhymes!). And no more major revelations (thank God). Closest thing to a rant is my persisting annoyance with/anger at S for continuing to be unreasonably bitchy about my dad's upcoming marriage (next weekend! aaaah! I need to buy a dress!) and the ensuing living arrangements.

Oh! But I do have a Happy Thing for the day! I was the winning bidder on Ebay for the Yellow Pumas of Joy that I've had my eye on for a week or so. They're très funky. Me likey!