FRUSTRATION!

Last night Aaron and I went down the cape to play cards with the fam. My mother's side of the family. My sisters and my mum and my aunt and several of my nieces and nephews, three of which are old enough to learn the incredibly complicated and long-ass marathon of a card game we call "Frustration". That's the fucking name of the game. FRUSTRATION.

It is a game taught to all of us by my late grandmother who was hilarious and awesome and whom I miss. Not an inordinate amount or anything, but I do miss her. Especially when we all get together like that to play cards.

Anyway I was kinda not looking forward to it because of certain personality conflicts but ended up having a really good time, thought we didn't stay over night, opting to drive home from the cape at 2 AM instead. Yup. We like to sleep in our own bed. And other things in our own bed. So we came home. (um yeah, and we didn't even finish the game. It was 2 AM and people were like, lets call it a night! One person had already quit. We weren't even close to finishing. Yup. FRUSTRATION. Incidentally, I came in DEAD LAST. urg.)

But it was fun. I'm liking my nieces and nephews alot now that they're teens, and I love little natalie, who was not old enough to play cards but is adorable.

And now it is sunday. And yesterday before the cape was weird for me anyway because I'd had this dream and I dunno, it was just a weird, emotional, moody day for me. And I think I'mma stop writing. Like, for good. But IDK, because I really like doing it. But. Ugh. I really don't know.

We'll see. I have to want to do it for me, you know? And if I lose that then the spark has gone out of it.

But I can't even begin to tell you how jazzed I am that other folks are getting on board with this fun experiment. Honestly, this shit is fun and entertaining and creative and FUN. So that makes me want to stay with it and keep going, but sometimes I get all angsty about myself and I dislike feeling angsty!

Maybe I'll just work on someone new and give myself a break from the Delaney mess.

Oh, and my cats have both been vomiting up their food, which was some generic bag my mom bought (she will not understand, no matter how many times I tell her, that I CANT switch their food up too much or they yawn everywhere), so now AA and I are going to have to brave the MARKET BUCKET on a fucking SUNDAY AFTERNOON, are you fucking kidding me? Good thing we just had a dynamite morning in bed otherwise I'd be a tormcloud right now !! LOL