I hate feeling uncomfortable in my own space. I'd like to think I'm a better person than that. I'd like to think I don't worry the way I do or personalize everything. I'd like to think I can top off a rainy, confrontational day with an evening of indifference. Really, all I wanted to do tonight was lounge around in my pj's and watch a movie. (Yes that's my idea of a relaxing Saturday night and yes I feel old when Saturday nights have become time to relax instead of party.) Right now, I want nothing more than that and maybe a rasberry turnover - found in your grocer's freezer, these delicious delicacies (is that repetative? delicious delicacies??) are well worth the almost hour it takes to make them (20 minutes preheating the oven, 20 - 25 for baking, and at least 15 minutes for cooling unless you enjoy getting third degree burns on your tounge from the flaming hot filling). I don't want to waste this precious evening alone by listening to the same music, thinking the same thoughts, and going around and around the same circles. Why does every weekend lately seem so full of drama?   ¶ 11:20 PM