On not being a snotty bitch

I'm not a snotty bitch.  Really.
It's just that there are other restaurants out there that offer exceptional food or service (hopefully both) and they're trying to stay afloat and so when I run up against the level of nonchalance and apathy that I did tonight?  I gotta comment about it because we all have choices when we go out to eat.
In other news, met up with an old friend/ex boss on Friday night which was awesome.  Went for an epic 12 mile walk with R on Saturday in what was supposed to be torrential rain (it didn't rain the entire time we were walking the seawall).  Went for a nice 8 mile run with Michael today (rain free: horseshoe!) and then met up with my family for the aforementioned dinner.
Life is good.  The condo still appears to not be selling so we will be giving our notice for reals this time at the end of the month.
Um, Michael hit himself in the eye with a wrench yesterday so now when we go out in public with his lovely violet/black eye he says "please don't hit me" and pretends to cower when I look in his general direction.  Oh wait: he did that before the wrench incident, so I guess we're maintaining the status quo.
Got into a rather heated argument with my grandmother's husband about the proposed Enbridge pipeline on Thanksgiving.  He actually wrote a book which "recalls the politics of Western Canadian pipelining" and "features tales of blackmail, terrorism, bluff and betrayal from the pipeline industry".  He was the vice president, and later the chairman of, a rather huge oil company here and is absolutely pro-oil and anti-Obama.
Nothing else to report, really, except a feeling of general malaise and despondency.  I don't know if it's the weather or a lack of job satisfaction or that I'm not where I want to be in life or that I am stressed out about the impending move, but some days I can hardly get out of bed.
Woe is me, right?