I went on vacation.  Somewhere sunny and full of family.  I took my son.  It was nice and I reconfirmed yet again that I will never, ever be able to live anywhere near my family on a long-term basis.

I came home to a weekend of crap.  My ego and self esteem are damaged.  I am in a daze and trying not to punch walls, yell at friends, or cry in public.

I had dinner with the Crush.  Who right, I am done with.  Thanks for the reminder.  A new codename for him is in order.  The Friend Who is Very Cute.  TFWiVC.  That there is a lot of letters.  Very Cute Friend.  VCF.  VCF and I had dinner after an excessively stressful day.  He was hungry.  I needed a happy break.  I guess we both got what we needed out of that.

Today I returned to work after several weeks of not working.  I got a lot done and managed to forget about how much I hate myself right now.  And then I remembered.