Here's the song we need. Like the Weather, by Natale Merchant.

All right. I said I wouldn't talk about the dating thing, but I lied. The whole idea of keeping this anonymously is so that I can write openly about stuff like this without worrying about having people I know reading it. There are only a few people reading this who might know who I am, and odds are very unlikely that I will ever see them personally at any time in the future.

I had a date with someone the other evening and I thought it went really, really well. We had similar tastes in music and movies, similar education levels, and some common elements in our backgrounds. Our conversation was fun and intellectually stimulating. I was certain that there would be a second date and that things could progress from there.

However, the key word here is "I". After we talked at the end of the evening I wondered if I had been on a totally different date than she had. I have the yucky feeling like I went through the entire date with a booger sticking out of my nose. This whole dating thing is taking some getting used to.

So now I'm feeling grumpy and yucky. I suppose it doesn't help that I have two motions that I have been procrastinating about that must get finished by Monday morning.

Anyway, I am really not the mood to do the Easter thing tomorrow. My mother wants me to have dinner at her house and play chauffeur for 6 of 12, who lives an almost an hour's drive out of my way. It's a no kid weekend, and I just don't feel like getting together with my three other unmarried family members that live in the area and sitting around as part of the family loser club.

It also irritates me that 6 of 12, who has a decent paying job, has still not learned how to drive, and expects me to tow him around. I think 4 of 12 can go pick him for once. It would take her an hour, but I'm sick of having to do it and she can do it for once. Since I am grumpy I feel like taking it out on someone by not doing the nice thing. And even if I try to put on the cordial family face, I doubt I would be very good company.

I know enough that when I am in a mood like this that although I have the strong urge to sulk, the best thing I can do is try and get stuff done on by myself.

All right here's the plan. I will clean the apartment so I can start the day with a minor sense of accomplishment. Then I will go out for breakfast. Then I will get some invoicing done for the time when I was practicing law solo and pay my phone bill. Then I will call the kid and tell her about blowing up marshmellow peeps in the microwave. On the basis of that call I will decide whether or not to go to Easter dinner on Sunday and let the family know. Then I will go into work and finish those motions.