Nerds, Loners and countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to ignore my issues, not to bang on about them at tedious length. Just because there are some people who apparently can't actually be happy just being happy unless they take a day out to rub everyone else's faces in it at the behest of an industry that JUST BY PURE COINCIDENCE happens to manufacture the ultimate comfort food doesn't mean that the rest of us have to give them the satisfaction of us spending the weekend locked in a darkened room rocking back and forth and sobbing quietly to ourselves.
Seriously, fuck those guys. In the strictly metaphorical context.
You know the sort of metaphor I'm talking about here.
This is of course a rather long winded and roundabout way of saying that rather than giving in to the constant nagging bullshit in my head, I elected to spend the weekend in a slightly constructive manner and have been catching up on some painting at long last.