Frustrated

The thing about the Mall at Christmastime, and I might have mentioned this before, is that everybody is always coming and nobody is ever going. I was part of that long line of people looking for a parking space twice today and only on the second time did I actually succeed in finding one. In between those two trips, the one successful and the other not so much, I made trips to a couple of other stores, found very little I needed to find, and got generally frustrated.

This was not helped by the fact that the New York Giants, who usually suck, where three or four points away from helping out the Patriots by beating the Pittsburgh Steelers, thereby delivering home field advantage throughout the playoffs to my beloved Pats.  For once in my life I was actually rooting for a quarterback named Manning and he still couldn’t deliver. The fucking punk.

Anyway, I did manage to get the presents for me bought (Stef is so good to me and she doesn’t even know it yet) and I did manage to get most, if not all, of the presents for Stef bought. I’ve got one present for my Grandma and I need to buy one silly little thing for her as well. I am working on a present for Mom and Dad, but I’ll probably get them each something small as well, and then I need to get something for John.

But when I came home I plopped down on my bed in frustration, read my comics for a while, and then drifted off to sleep. I didn’t do dinner. I didn’t do anything. I just got myself in a mood and I couldn’t get out of it.

The plus side of the day is that earlier in the day, before shopping, I was reading and came up with some killer insight on the next chapter I’m writing. So, that was good.