I'm currently sitting at the dining room table with a plastic bag over my head., rocking out to Miley Cyrus and the soundtracks to Chicago and 50 Shades and messing around on LinkedIn. The bag is covering my hair, which has been slathered in red and pink dye, which probably isn't going to help me get any jobs on LinkedIn.
Not that I'm looking, mind you, but I keep getting emails from them saying "Hey! Update your damned profile!"
I'm actually in a decent mood today. The past two or three weeks have been really, really awful for me, emotionally, so this is a good thing. Outside in the real world, I don't have any really good friends, I mean those "help you move a body" type of friends, friends who aren't also coworkers, so my support system when it comes to venting and just bouncing thoughts and feelings off someone else is limited to pretty much Eddie. And sometimes, when the stuff I want to vent about deals with relationship issues, the last person I want to get an opinion from is Eddie.
I may not be super-sparkly happy, but I'll settle for "ok". It's a step in the right direction.