credit where credit is due

My friend C. is amazing. She always seems to be able to cheer me up. (Or at least help me extricate my head from my ass.) So I dedicate this post to her. (And I really should come up with a better pseudonym for her, too.)

I've been having a rough time of it lately and have thusly been in an asstacular mood. I've been stressing about various and sundry life things, haven't been sleeping much or well, have been consuming inhuman amounts of caffeine, and have also been reading a lot of postmodern feminist theory, which, while interesting, hurts my brain. A lot.

So I spent this evening at the newspaper office, as I am wont to do, editing things, doing homework, wasting time, bothering people. C. and I were in rare form, riffing on each other, analyzing dreams, cracking jokes (we went off an a huge tangent about yak-burgers). It was one of those nights when the most random things set you off, and you just can't stop laughing. I gave her a ride home (after briefly misplacing my car, which we both found uproariously amusing), and we spent about a half an hour parked outside her house talking in my car. We had a very philosophical discussion about relationships and reading people and how you basically just have to take things at face value, or you'll drive yourself insane.

And then we died laughing at a Volvo backing speedily down the street. I still don't know why it was funny, but it was. It really, really was.