Mumblings and Grumblings and Too Much Serious.

It's been a rough couple of weeks, dear Blog Readers.

Between the move, my grandparents and my future in-laws, my brain and emotions have combined to form a sort of gruel...or a delicious delicious bowl of Cream of Wheat.

I have very little threshold for anything right now. I'm rendered so vulnerable that a helping of Chocolate Ice Cream rendered me 10 years old on a rainy day 2 hours past bed time when there's a babysitter.

That's what I have to report.

Persimmons.

I am Melodramatically Melancholic Today...

I am not in the mood today


for what??


The world.

I'm feeling VERY dramatic today

Like, the kind of dramatic where saying I have ennui is totally acceptable.

and not at all pretentious.


I know. It's a little ridiculous.

Like I want to go sit in a window and sigh a lot.

like, I'm feeling very Jane Austin today.

I'm totally supposed to be writing headlines And I can't because all the sighing is in the way.

I HATE when I get like this. And i know it's funny. Which is even more distracting because I jsut want to make fun of myself. Instead of working.


also my skin is itchy

I can't even be bothered to blog. (so I've copied this entire entry from a chat with LK this morning).

where's a chaise lounge when I need it?



I have WORK to do! And I can't do it!

Goodbye City!

That's right, dear Blog Readers, today is my last day/night in the big city.
Tomorrow the moving vans come to move my life back to Glenview.
Land of my childhood, and now land of my marriage.

I keep looking around this place thinking I'm going to miss certain things...and then I go, wait. I'm moving into a HOUSE.
With stairs.
And a fireplace.
And a YARD.

This is one of those "life changes" everyone talks about. Funny, that I'm simply returning to the scene of so many crimes.

Anyway, as with the last time...I'm sitting here procrastinating. If only there were some movie on that I could write about instead.

When next you read, this will truly be The Xanax files in manner of some frazzled housewife popping uppers and downers and running for the shelter...

But I will have a dishwasher. Finally after 14 long years without.

None of this makes any sense.