party pooper

I'm sitting here in my office, alone, while everyone else is at the office party on the next floor down.

I just couldn't face it. I went to one office party in my entire career and it was one of the more stressful and awkward social situations I've ever been in in my life. I never know what to say to people, where to sit, etc. Assuming I'm able to find a place where I'm reasonably un-noticeable, then people do notice and ask if I'm having a good time, etc. The idea of going to another makes a panic attack seem likely.

Frankly, I'd really rather just party with people I actually know well.

I just hope it doesn't reflect too badly on me professionally.

party pooper part 2

Well, I was invited to a party tonight but wimped out. The weather is rainy and windy, and I am currently going through my umpteenth too much caffiene/not enough sleep headache. And this irritates me because I want to see my friends and really should get out more.

Hopefully I'll be back to my pain-free self after a good night's sleep. If not, I'm considering hollowing out my brain cavity and filling it with something more inert, like Play-Doh or that gel-stuff that is used for mouse hand/wrist rests.

I am finished with the bulk of my Xmas shopping (hooray!) And most of it will actually get to where it's going in time (double hooray!)

Tomorrow I'm going to try and drag my sad self out of bed before noon so I can take my meds on time and WORK ON THE NEW CORSET PATTERN. D. says we should go out for a movie or something tomorrow night but given that he is immersing himself in Civilization III I am currently taking bets as to whether this will happen ;)

OK. Off to bed with rich detailed history book.