insecurity part the 47th
monday night was fun. went out with some friends/acquaintances and played trivia. talked. shot the shit. you know, the usual, what i enjoy, no random hookups, no crazy sexual escapades. perfect.

tuesday woke up in a good mood.

by wednesday, i started to doubt everything i said and did. oh, maybe that was offensive. oh, maybe that was obnoxious. (well, i'm often obnoxious...) today, i'm downright freaking out. i don't understand. is it the alcohol? the insecurity? the lack of email? UGH! i wish it would just stop.

i'm throwing a wee dinner party tonight. the budget for the damn thing got a little out of control, but i'm going to enjoy it and worry about it later. i've been spending a greater part of the day cooking, thinking about cooking, or not working. met with my professor boss yesterday afternoon and am feeling completely incompetent and like i'm under performing. oh well. i have a dinner party to worry about.