Thin Mints.

Happy green day, and all that stuff. No plans for this sad girl today. That's even one down from last year! Oh, well. I got my hair cut today. Finally. It's been way too long... you know how it goes. My Feng Shui gets all off, I get all stressed and down and weird, and I just need that change. Well, I got it. Looks good. I'm happy again. Had the worst headache though... when I woke up. After eight of those magic little pills (two different kinds!), and a three hour nap, and a lot of food and juice to get my blood sugar up, and some caffeine to try and stifle a possible withdrawal... still nothin'. I just don't know. I need a big, fat, Swedish masseuse and a steam room, I think.

My Dad made his daily pilgrimage to the temples of Saint Lowes and Holy Depot again today. Hardware is a demanding god. See, I know the forest always gets darker before it gets lighter, but my parents' place? I'm tellin' ja, it's a new level of dark. Now, I don't know who the hell decided it was a good idea to build this place the way they did, but when I have a real house... under no circumstance am I ever going to have outlets on light switches. I'll swear it right now. It's just damn obnoxious. Impractical. Honestly.

Setting the clock on the VCR has been the easiest part... and that's saying something.

Speak of the devil. Dad just called. Poor guy... got sent out on a hail mary mission to the video store to pick out a chick flick for my Mom and I to watch. They're all out of Pride and Prejudice. It seems like he's gonna have to face a real challenge. Good luck, old man. .....Mom's asleep on the couch.

So, as I sit here with a rare but acute case of music ADD, fattening up on Girl Scout cookies -- irresistible -- I am making my life a little more complicated. Fair to middling? Maybe, but I don't want to pass if I don't have a good reason to. And I don't yet.
Wow, so I definitely just spent the past hour on and off trying to explain that. Not happening. I mean, if you spend an hour writing and revising something so abstract, and still can't even pass one decent sentence, you are obviously not ready to express it yet.

I need new shoes so bad... I have to go run. Stupid Girl Scouts.