Home Sweet Home

Ugh…

Home at last. From schmoozing to family Thanksgiving and back. I’m exhausted—even my soul is exhausted. It’s a beautiful day outside, and all I’m capable of doing is watching Grey’s Anatomy reruns on DVD and trolling blogs. I am so tired I can’t even knit while watching TV.

The schmoozing thing in DC was interesting (when I can stop drooling, I’ll post the Fluff pictures). Over the course of the weekend, I realized that I never, ever want to do that kind of thing again. Sure, I’m insanely good at it. People love Little Sassy Schmoozer—and they even told my boss so. But what’s the point of doing something I’m good at if it makes me hate myself? I’m also really good at getting drunk and picking up guys in bars, and that didn't exactly add much to my self-esteem, either. So I have some thinking to do about life and what I’m doing with it.

Thanksgiving at my parents’ was surprisingly normal and free of freaks. I was a misanthropic bitch after the weekend in DC, but I was a self-aware misanthropic bitch, and I kept apologizing and doing nice little things when my fangs retracted. I channeled all of my bitchiness into kicking everyone’s ass at cards Thanksgiving night. That helped.

I tried not to keep thinking about Ex-Boyfriend and how much I wished that things had turned out differently and that he wasn’t a spineless asshole, but last night that finally came out too. Mothers have an uncanny way of knowing when to ask certain questions. But it was good. My parents were supportive and didn’t patronize me. I woke up this morning feeling better.

Now I’m here, and I’m beyond tired, half-watching Grey’s Anatomy. At some point I need to start thinking about what to do with my life but not now. Now it’s McDreamy time.