Don't let some people fool you into thinking that I'm any less grumpy in person. It's just that I have no reason to be grumpy when some people are around. No reason at all.

The truth is, aside from getting caught in the middle of another one of my now ex-friend's affairs, I had a great time in San Diego. It's hard to believe I was only there for barely 5 whole days. It's almost like I settled into some kind of satisfying routine there, one that involved the best company, a lot of good food (and beer), and the best sleep I've had in a long time.

Checking into the airport yesterday was doleful, and I felt like the amazing week that had transpired only lasted mere seconds. A nearly 5 hour delay did nothing to ease the discomfort. It was excruciating, being trapped in that damn airport. Held captive by obligation. I have never before felt so fucking smothered. The night I had to spend in Atlanta didn't alleviate that feeling. Nor did reporting for duty right after returning to Charleston. Claustrophobia is setting in.

I have a reason to be grumpy right now, even morose, but I'm really trying to look on the bright side of things. Shit at this moment is absolutely equivocal, of course. I may be accustomed to being thrust back into limbo, but I'm never going to get used to it. It catches me off-guard every time.

Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes. It was, without a doubt, the best one I've had in years. Absolutely spectacular.

I should go sleep now. I'm really worn out. I think I'm going to sleep in this shirt which, for some mystifying reason, has me on the front of it. That, and it's my favorite birthday present.