Excessive

Today was not as nice as I like for a Friday. It was not quite as relaxed as work as most Fridays, especially because we had a big meeting involving everything (which rarely, if ever happens). It caused work to feel a bit more stressful than I like, which tends to happen a lot lately. I wish I could relax more at home but I pretty much fail hard at that. 

Someone said something about blogging... about a diary, about a journal, about writing things down, that made me think to write. It made sense to me, and reminded me of feelings I used to get when I was a good writer. He said that writing things down was like a decompression. It was a way to deposit all of your shit, so that you could get it all out, and then be empty, to finally relax, to be done with it. It does this sometime, and I remember that, I think that's why I'm writing right now, and why I keep writing and why I enjoy it.

Work was okay... it was busy, but time went by quickly and I was able to get out rather fast considering. I worked five hours, which is one hour less than I had guessed, but long enough to not really have any time to do anything once I got home. We had a buffet for 70, a plated for 40 and the cafe was full with special menu crap and pasta bar stuff.

Turns out there are still some decent humans on Battle.Net these days. I spent an hour before bed (right now) playing public games (created by me) with a few guys. Three games with two guys, and another with one other dude. They were all nice, and fun to play with. I'm glad.. because now I'm not as scared of public games.

Ugh, I so don't feel good, physically or otherwise. I'm not really in any state to be writing about it though, so it'll have to wait for another time.