Just a barrel of laughs

I realized today that there's a bunch of new folks reading my LJ, and it occurred to me that I've been doing almost nothing but complain in here for a while. So, to them, I apologize for making their first time in this LJ a not-so-fun roller coaster ride of stress and angst and depression and more stress.

I'm usually a pretty upbeat person. Swear to God. October and November are typically hard months for me anyway (as are January and February), while the rest of the year tends to go by more smoothly. Hey, eight months out of twelve isn't so bad, right?

I should apologize to my other friends, too. My long-time friends, who are being very, very patient while I flip out, go on random tangents, turn sullen for days, or suddenly lose the ability to ever shut up for more than half a minute at a time. Yes, you might think it odd that someone who's feeling extraordinarily antisocial would find it hard to stop talking, and I'm hard-put to explain it to you. It's something like whistling in the dark, I suppose, filling the void with chatter. I'm not sure what would happen if I stopped talking long enough for reason to take over.

Anyway, thank you for being understanding. I adore you all.

Now I have to go to bed. There's stuff to do tomorrow. Groceries, the NaNoWriMo kickoff party, visiting Fred at the hospital, preparations for Hallowe'en, stuff for Bluebook, laundry... I'm sure I'm forgetting several other things.

I'm really, really tired now. Bed. Thank God we get an extra hour tonight.