Still working away at retail life for far less than what my lovely time is worth. I have some new furniture to show off once I get on some picture taking.

Things currently amusing me:

1. PEOPLE magazine’s crossword puzzle book. This is about my general level of intellect, despite the fact that I read constantly.

2. Jon playing Brutal Legend on the Xbox. Jack Black rarely fails to amuse.

3. Getting WallE iron-on transfers! I have no idea what to stick them on yet, and my mother thinks I’m 5, but I’m still excited.

4. Making plans. Oh how I’m always making plans. I’m going to make this a good week. Go optimism!!

And now, purely because it amuses me and I have very little in terms of a filter for inappropriate…this picture makes me giggle:

Like if it wasn’t an inanimate beverage…I would probably propose marriage to it. We could have such a wonderful life together. I WOULD END UP TYPING IN ALL CAPS ALL THE TIME. And having crazy ideas and plans. The apartment would probably be clean 24/7 and all my tasks would get done.

I DON’T CARE THAT IT STAINS MY TEETH AND DRAINS MY ENERGY LATER IN THE DAY.

It is still my best friend.

I seem to have a lot of best friends…most of which don’t talk back. I wonder what that says about me. Probably nothing good haha.

Ideas are a-rolling in my brain today. I can’t wait for the day I can fully consider myself an artist as my primary form of money-making; as opposed to ~ I sell dildos ~. The former has a much better ring.

Sometimes, when I think back to all that I’ve done…I regret that I wasted so much time not knowing who I was. I’m betting that a lot of people face that problem as they are growing up, but I took it to heart that the people I loved thought that doodling and writing stories weren’t an actual way of making money and being an adult. In some ways they were right, as back up plans are always good. I don’t technically regret the time I’ve spent becoming a ‘Communications Major’ [whatever the hell that means...], or an ‘Executive Office Assistant’ [aka glorified Secretary].

Ick.

ANYWAY,

I’m going to go about doing what all semi-employed housewives should do with their days off:

*Continue prancing around in my silk robe

*Take a bubble bath…and

*Make a whole bunch of paper snowflakes and plaster them all over every surface in my apartment!

I’m not entirely sure, as the pain seems to be similar on any given day, but my brain doesn’t seem to be remembering to get around to it. I need a new routine. Or checklist. Or something equally brilliant. I’ll make one on the fly right now.

Things I Do in the Morning:

1. Jon hits the snooze button. Therefore, I continue to sleep.

2. And again.

3. And again.

4. I finally get up when he goes to work for 9, unless it’s a morning where I work (in which case, this schedule gets backed up substantially and I get up at 730 a.m).

5. I drink some kind of juice from the fridge and daydream about the day I’ll be able to brew a perfect pot of coffee. When I remember, I put ribose in it. Hence, my first issue that needs to be changed.

6. Either take pills or forget to take pills.

7. Get in the shower…and proceed to try and get clean before the hot water runs out.

8. Curse angrily at the water/building/world.

9. Get dressed and put on 1400 pounds of makeup to cover my joyful cystic acne problem.

10. Do whatever I was supposed to do for the day –> if nothing, waste my life on the Internet.

As one can tell, this schedule needs a LOT of help. This should go into my immediate goals, along with get a new job! Woooooo planning for things that may or may not happen.

Also, I bought a purse on a whim off of the Internet last night. Marc by Marc Jacobs. The Doodle Purse. It’s childish sure, but in the happiest 13-year old way possible. I LIKE.

Sadly, I often wonder if I am, in fact, insane. I seem to cycle through a variety of symptoms for a month at a time, before switching to another set which seems entirely unrelated. Frustrating. The last two weeks I’ve been having some severe insomnia…going through five nights running on less than three hours of sleep. This as a result, brings the pain in my body to a maximum, and makes me an angry, babbling loon. Not my finest hours, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

I often wonder if anything can help.

I’ve tried:

a) taking a bath and reading before bed

b) a wide variety of sleep drugs

c) a similar schedule

d) avoiding napping

e) no caffeine after 2 p.m.

f) no alcohol

g) a dark room

I can’t even blame it on having a permanent bed partner, as I used to have this problem longggggggggggggg before he ever even came into my life.

It is certainly doing nothing good for keeping my immune system up.

Some insomnia webcomics for amusement value:

Annie