Things that alleviated my homicidal mood yesterday:
I watched the lightning storm whilst listening to tornado reports ... at the beach in southern California.
I cleaned my apartment.
I listened to NPR podcasts.
I bought four different sources of chocolate.
I had the boy take me out for soup and beer.
I ate chocolate in four different forms: brownied, Belgian-butter-cookied, cranberried, and protein-shaked.
Sex!
Oh, and I Talked about my problems* with the boy. I always forget that that's an option.
It took all of those things, but I think I'm finally over the "hate my friends hate my jobs hate my life" portion of this month.
*My Problems: there's the debt I have to dispute that should Not be my problem; there's the apathy that envelops me whenever I start to look into masters programs**; there's the realization that I really, distinctly, and with good cause, dislike a few of my friends; and there's how much I hate talking to my dad over the phone. He communicates like my brother: lots of pontificating, very little listening.
**Any GRE advice?