Unreasonably annoyed

[redbird]

I just found out that I should have been at a party right now.

Should have, if AOL and other nameless electronic entities had bothered to deliver my invitation. I found out because the host just called and greeted me with "I assume you're being sensible and dry?" Well, I suppose so--but I do own a coat and an umbrella, and would have ventured out in the rain for this. Buff hobbits don't melt.

On the positive side, I have written 3000 words today, and even have some idea of what the fish want. (Unless I tear this whole conversation up and try again, or decide they were lying, or the character imagined it in a fever dream.) But I'm far less excited about that than I was half an hour ago--I don't get out enough as is, without losing party invitations.

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[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

It's not unreasonable. We'll talk about the fuckup, once we figure out all of what happened and when (Soren and I've not had time to really check what happened this morning), but ... well, shit. I went from being disappointed and understanding to horrified (I'd never bothered talking with you about because I assumed that of course you'd be here), to having a surprising damper put on the rest of my day. (It was a good day, mind you -- it would have been a much better day had you been here with me.)

I'm more sorry than these words are saying.

[red-queen.livejournal.com]

Sympathies to you both... sounds like One of Those Things, and I hate 'em too.

However, I must carpe le bon mot (les bons mots?) de redbird: "Buff hobbits don't melt." That is PRICELESS. Right up there with a brilliant comment from friend Jean, in response to one of my shoulda-done-something-else despondent fits: "Ah... that would be the tense Past Imperfect Useless, would it not?"