Break it down

- I have eaten way too much BLT pasta salad tonight.  But it is gooood.
- I have massive amounts of frustration tonight.  Had a pretty good, yet chaotic, day at work.  Then received a phone call from the ex on the way home.  I got tired of being yelled at, so I hung up.
- You're all worked up and schizzed out about the attempt to make you feel like a piece of shit (that didn't work, btw), and the best song comes on.  Thank you, iTunes.  The Comeback by Shout Out Louds was perfect timing.  Snaps.
- Ooh, this is important:  let me tell you - if you are on a non-narcotic type of med, especially long-term...think antidepressant, etc...and if you run out of drugs and don't have a refill yet, your pharmacy will probably give you a few days worth to hold you over until you can get it refilled.  How awesome is that?  You just call, give 'em your story, and they might say "Come on up.  I'll hook you up for a few days."  Wow.
- And then the ex calls back, while you're blogging, and you answer.  Why do you answer?  At least he doesn't yell.
- Why do people always think they deserve everything to be easy for themselves?
- I have kitty fur all over me because Toby is in love with me.  It is itching my face.  My black shirt is now black (and green, b/c the logo is green) and white.  White in the form of millions of furry hairs.  I think I need a shower.
- Will the shower help me to calm down/move toward sleep or perk me up?  I'm afraid it will energize me.  Not the desired effect.  I'm skipping the shower...too afraid of the potential endless nighttime energy.
- Here is a great link my friend C shared tonight:  http://nooooooooooooooo.com/
- Use it as needed.
- Music that is calming to me tonight:  The Shins.  Anything.
- I'm skipping most everything else.  Especially Longwave.
- What should I wear to work tomorrow?  Skirt or pants?
- Mascara or not?
- I've been using toner (I got Neutrogena) after face-washings and haven't noticed a difference in the oil population on my skin.
- I'm excited about this weekend, when my plans include spending lots of time with my kids and looking at living dwellings.  And possibly procuring one?
- I swear, it feels like there is cat hair IN my nose.
- Why must the only boy who will pay attention to me be fingernail-less, have a tail, and missing reproductive organs?  And be outside my own species?
- At least he purrs when I pet him.
- Thanks, The Long Winters.  I think it is my kisses you're feeling.
- Remember when I was happy?  Me neither.
- Ok, yes I do.  A little.
- Oh, guess what?  A French guy who spoke very very very little English, wearing capris, asked me for directions the other day.  He kept pointing to a map of an area I didn't recognize, saying what I think was, "Mariott?"  I told him, "I'm sorry, I don't know."  He smiled appreciatively, but I don't think he understood what I said.
- I hate when Depressing Song du Jour comes on.  I can't resist listening to it...over and over. And loud.
- I do like when you can hear the pedal work of the pianist in a tune.
- That's a positive coming from something depressing.
- Kitty hair in or near my nose makes me think of my own nose hairs, and wonder if they're getting too long.  I despise nose hairs, and don't care if they protect me from germs and illness.  I want to pluck them all out.  They are awful.  I hate stuff inside my nose.  And ears.
- I have a new purse.  :) :) :) It has two sides and two compartment zippers on the outside.  And a hidden zipper inside, for things you want to keep hidden.  I love it!  Especially since my last two purses where basically just sacks with one hidden zipper compartment.  So many options for storage!  It's kind of overwhelming and confusing (but in a good way) because I can't remember where I put everything.  Oh!  Also, TWO side pockets for things like cell phones.  How sweet is that?  No digging for a ringing phone?  Crazy.  Crazy-convenient.  Plus, it's cute.  And it cost 16 bucks at The Target. AND it came with a makeup bag! I know, right?
- Want to see the outfit I wore Saturday night? It looks much better on the ottoman than it did on me.  I promise.

- As much as I pretend to be ok, I've really got nothing at all.