And now I present an entry with no continuity or transitions what-so-ever, because SOMEONE thought it would be a good idea to have a full-time job, 10 hours of doctor visits, 7 hours of night class, and who-knows-how-many hours of homework per week in the middle of summer when every weekend involves travel. I don't know who could be dumb enough to think all of that could fit in a week. Oh right: ME.
First I present you with a picture of the winter-wonderland outside my front door. We are so covered in cottonwood seeds on parts of our street that it really does look like snow. Blessedly we live on the third floor and our screens are too high to catch the cottonwood seeds. I clearly do not have time to add "vacuuming screens" to my to-do list.
In other news, a friend sent flowers to me last week as a thank-you for hosting a party for her. This, in itself, is lovely. And the flowers are beautiful. They have, however, sparked a debate in my household regarding what they smell like. I smell maple syrup when I walk into the bedroom, and T smells...celery. Clearly she is wrong (WRONG!), or else her I need to start buying celery wherever she has been getting it from, because if I can find maple syrup sugar taste with celery calories/health benefits, then I am so going to hire Billy Mays to sell it for me in infomercials. Can't you just see him holding up a stalk of celery, exclaiming over the POWER of the MAPLE SUGAR FLAVOR. (I love Billy Mays.)
Lastly, I have to share the lovely case of OMGPLZSTOPTALKING I had while I was in therapy today. Thank goodness I pay Therapist to put up with me. I had been talking about a change I knew I needed to make, but I didn't want to because it will be haaaaaard, and coming in every week and whining about it is eaaaaaaasier, blah blah blah. Therapist (nicely) asked what I wanted out of therapy, knowing that "a place to whine" was not my answer. What actually came out of my mouth, however, was: "An hour in my day that isn't stressful enough to kill me? Wait, that makes it sound like this is a really expensive coffee break. I mean, I value this and you a lot more than a coffee break. I want to make changes and grow and be less crazy. I don't want to just waste your time here. I mean, I hope I'm not wasting your time here. I don't think I am. Am I? Plus, I don't actually drink coffee, so an expensive coffee break would do me no good. I need to stop talking about this now and take a breath, don't I?"
Bless her, she didn't even throw anything at me.
And because I have no good way to end this most random of entries, I shall leave you with a picture of what happens in my kitchen every time I so much as think of picking up the can opener. I have no idea why all cats seem to come with can opener = TREAT genes, as our cats eat only dry food and get tuna fish water maybe twice a year, but there is no convincing them that they don't actually want the green beans I just opened.
