Feeling Low on Good Friday

My mum always says Good Friday is rainy and there is an air of depression. I agree. I vaguely remember a sunny Good Friday, but can't pinpoint when or where I was. Well, today the weather really was dark and gloomy, I feel very, very low. The whole week has been me arguing with myself, with the boy, with bloody Belgacom (the rat-ass phone company), getting nervy with the roommates and generally feeling tired. Work wise, I'm supposed to get a promotions --- or so they say. I'm not holding my breath, I'm so tired I'd just pass out if I did.
The wedding invite saga has been put on hold, or maybe it is over for now. I don't know. I can barely care. I appreciate my life here more and more and find it hard to think of giving it up. I will miss my independence. I went out with RB the other night and we got sozzled at Guru. We drank two bottles of white wine, started on a bottle of red wine, at a delicious pita and chips and I finally caught a cab home (almost crashed there), after having woken up his pal MD by ringing his bell and calling him out to play. This is what I love and appreciate about Gypsy culture - the ease which MD dealt with all of this was lovely. I'd have been flipping out and actually so would have the boy. But MD just laughed and ignored the fact we'd woken him up around midnight. Maybe I'm too Gadje. I know I'm becoming less and less Indian. RB said I seemed more cosmopolitan, but as I pointed out to him, the last time we chatted, he said I was becoming more and more Indian after getting Canadian citizenship:-)
I also had a good time on Saturday. Danced and danced at Mezzo and felt very nostalgic as the Mezzo Clan were all around me. There are some moments captured on mental film that will alwasy be lovely.
Oh yeah, I woke up the morning after RB, to an apt with no hot water, a borrowed CD of RB's and his all night bus pass. Before I caught my cab home, there must have been a moment I actually (insanely) considered catching the bloody night 71 home and he must have offered me his bus pass. I also woke up with cramps. SO SO happy I came home instead of crashing on his couch! He is a useless pal to depend upon but he is a good guy and I really like him. We came to Brussels together and meeting up is always "family".
On another note, the boy retreated into the cave this week. The Girls called it well. I'm not sure what is burning me out but something is...I have nothing to complain about and must be getting soft if a little battle with Belgacom can throw me like this.
I'm happy my parents arrive bloody early tomorrow and we get a weekend together. But I also wouldn't have minded the apartment all to myself. I realise I need space and miss it---I have to cut back on going out and come home and chill a bit more. I also just need to find my own space. I should have moved into my own place from the beginning. sigh.
In terms of blog news: I've added a counter to see if anyone is indeed visiting. Will I feel depressed if no one is (except the people offering to let me visit their site and make money -- see comment under last posting)visiting? Maybe this is my space alone and I should keep it like that for a while before rushing into joining with others.
Silence in the apt is so lovely. So very, very lovely. Happy Easter all!!