I'm beginning to think there is something really wrong with me. I got invited to play poker at a sort of SW party thing tonight and I didn't go. Complaints about lack of friends and being miserable are numerous and when I do get a pity invitation, I turn it down. That's ridiculous. Granted, I did work a 13 hour day, but I showered, got dressed and then just paced my apartment for an hour debating whether I should go. I did not. I thrive on my loneliness or something.

"Misery loves company" has been the phrase of the past week. Apparently not. For me, misery hates company. I'd rather be alone to wallow than bring others down. I found out I'm getting an iPhone for X-mas and it still wasn't enough to lift my spirits to socialize. The spirits I turn to are not uplifting. Zing. I worry. And obsess on the worry.

The ironic part in all this is not only do I have the stomach tattoo, but the title of my blog is about challenging times in life making one a better person. Guess that means I will be Superman strong soon.

Friday was especially bad. Mainly because it was Halloween. The personal significance of the date and being a traditionally social holiday made it more painful. I drank and watched bad horror movies on television. Jimmy and I got into a drunken text fight. After a cry and low point of the night I decided to snap pics to document my downfall. Here is the result: