GB informed me tonight that I’m a people-person.

Those of you who know me in Real Life–I’ll give you a minute to stop laughing.

He was serious. I don’t recall the exact context, but he claims that not only do I enjoy having people around, but that I’m also good at socializing with them.

I find this utterly mystifying, since I’ve spent the entire weekend fantasizing about beating strangers with chairs. Every person in the Northeast United States has been In. My. Way. this weekend, and it’s all their fault that I’ve gotten not one single thing done in the last three days.

Oh, and there might be a tiny bit of PMS involved.

Whatever. I’m off to sit in front of the TV and fidget uncontrollably. Tomorrow I might be interesting, but let’s not get our hopes up.