Listening: some tracks from the Lost Highways soundtrack
Enjoying: "without you... everything falls apart/without you... it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces" --NIN

Got tickets to head out to Pittsburgh come Memorial Day.

Note to the Universe: Customer Services that answer on the first ring and don't give you shit are worth their weight in gold.

Work is being frustrating...again. But I might be nearer to a goal of figuring out how to plan my day.

The weekend is booked up already (actually it has been so for a while now). Friday night I'll get to hang with Mme Black and Mr. Noir. Don't know if Molasses will come play or not.... He might ditch us for a game. Saturday I think I have to take my car to the shop (again) and ask why, after having the fuel pump and filter replaced the engine still frequently dies when I first start it in the morning. Saturday night I'll go see Tori Amos at the Pond. I have one extra ticket and two vague "maybe, possiblies." I don't wanna go alone again but I almost definately won't be able to drag Molasses away from a game.

Sunday is Easter so I must spend the day with the Fam, especially since my mom's birthday is this coming Friday. I have to call home and explain I can't visit on Friday without admitting to being a horrible person. Then I have to figure out what to get my mom.

My nose is peeling a little bit. Ick.

Keep having weird dreams. Right before waking up I dreamed Molasses and I were driving on a city street in dense traffic when we heard a whistling like a falling bomb. Traffic allowed us to pull forward a little bit and I saw in the mirrors that tank (as in Sherman or Abrams) had fallen on a pickup truck. We pulled over and saw the truck struggle forward and escape the tank. The roof was crumpled and substantially lowered and the lady driving headed away rubbing her head. We called 911, though we knew they'd probably heard about it already.

Either Sallie Mae or USC intercepted my state tax refund. I'll check my mail from them before I call to find out who exactly took my money. It was only about $23 dollars but I want to know.... I also desperately hope that the same fate does not await my Federal tax refund. *knocks on wood*

I want my company's stock to do something interesting. If it doesn't by the end of the year I'll take most to all of it out to reinvest somewhere. It's been an exercise in restraint to avoid selling it off for the cash. I'd likely lose money in the deal but it's cash I've never had so doesn't really have the same emotional impact.

I wish I could exercise the same restraint on eating and avoiding exercise. I think once I stop fasting I'll try to get back on track with more food, but healthy food. It's somewhat cheaper to just get a case of SlimFast, but it doesn't fill me up which then leaves me grasping whatever food is around (usually bad stuff). I need to force myself to exercise on the weekends. I'm away from the gym and so I don't generally try to make the time. But in general diet and exercise has been ok and I feel pretty good even if I haven't lost any damned inches or pounds.

And finally: I really have to cut down my journaling intake. I try to force myself to only a chunk of journal surfing at the top of each hour, but that chunk often stretches to 20 minutes or longer. This has been impacting my work. Though journals are far more interesting I really have to knock it off. *sigh*

okie, lunch is over... gotta go!