Just spewing some thoughts while I'm watching TV....

I was chatting with my sister this evening on AIM, and she told me about someone who had annoyed her a wee little tiny bit, and I said, "want me to leave a bag of flaming poop on his doorstep?" to which she responded, "did anyone ever tell you that you over-react?"

I think I do over-react sometimes, but how do you know what is a normal, healthy amount? Usually you realize such things later. What is it about retrospect that provides so much clarity? Is there anyway to re-order the whole process and go into things with that clarity? Where is my time machine?

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There's just always so much to consider, different ways to look at everything. This time last week I decided that I hate everything about everything and I would definitely be moving to Chicago with Kelli. The past few days I've felt okay, and my boss was telling me that he is working on getting me promoted and wants me to be a manager. It's just annoying to have more things to have to consider.

In other, (better) news, I'm going to New Orleans tomorrow! Lori, Laura and I are just getting away for the weekend. I am really lucky to have friends who enjoy binge drinking and gluttonous eating as much as I do, AND have the time and money to take the trip, AND are also single and fun. Should be interesting, everyone wants to "socialize" and whatnot, but the three of us are all so different, and we always like different guys. Lori's boyfriend of a few years who she broke up with a few months ago was a really quiet, big, black guy. Laura's current kind of on-off man situation wears suits all the time (she likes it!) and she always likes preppy guys. I tend to be attracted to dirtbags, jerks, and people who should either be incarcerated or institutionalized. (yea, it's a problem.) Who knows? It should be funny. I'm determined to have fun. And no matter how badly my day goes before my evening flight, I will do my best not to drink myself to death. Because that would make my mom sad. And I like my mom.

One of my ribs feels funny.

These celebrities are so much less entertaining on the last episode of celebrity rehab. They're trying to get them to go to something called, 'sober living." Sounds like the most boring place ever.

Friday Morning update: I am so sad that Vivian might be moving to the other side of the office! I need her here, next to me. Yes, we chat on AIM and Facebook, but it's also nice to have her sitting so close. The other day I was sad and I needed a hug, and she was right here to give it to me. What happens when she is on the other side of the room? Will I have to find someone else closer for a hug? Will I have to walk across the office and request a hug because she won't be sitting here to realize when I desperately need one??

Ah, life...