We don't have room for everyone

Everything (and nearly everybody) at work is getting on my nerves. I'm being judicious in emails I answer because if I have to provide anything other than absolute factual information, I fear that things will descend into bitter, petty snarking not even worthy of my junior-high days.

No idea what brought on this mood shift. I suppose I shouldn't expect permanently lifted spirits just like *that*. I think I need a weekend in a bad way. Last weekend was crappy and maybe I feel a little robbed. Also, I still miss my cat. A lot.

This made me smile, though:


I got out of bed this morning with no will to exercise. Instead, I prepped more food for the awesome dehydrator that mckitterick bought me for my birthday. Last night I put on zucchini slices, which I removed this morning as tiny, delicious chips. Today I'm drying five trays of sliced kiwi, pineapple, and bananas. This evening, I'll slice flank steak and put it in a marinade (using the pineapple juice) for drying on Saturday.

Our house is slowly becoming Apocalypse Central. It's not something I ever expected of my life.

Public shout-out to roya_spirit and bestill who were kind enough to brave the weather and make time for me this week. It was super fab to spend a couple hours chatting. What perfect distraction! I'm grateful for your friendship and company.

Friday night shenanigans

Two glasses of wine and I'm singing the Monster album at the top of my (sad and weak) voice, alone in the house, giving the auto-tune stu-stu-stutters my best shot. Mmm, dancing all alone. Good times!

And god damn this subwoofer is amazing. The entire house is rattling.

Oh, it's good to be an adult. But I think the fact that I'm this tipsy on just two glasses of wine means I should probably turn in my old Party Girl card.