Also, I would totally do it, Jessica, but y'all know I am an exfoliating fiend, but, yeah...not appetizing.

I'm sure a more upscale spa could make being rubbed with used coffee grinds sound like a luxury add-on,

"A moisturizing, exfoliating scrub made of all natural, eco-friendly ingredients. Perk up your skin with our special caffeine compounds while luxuriating in the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee."

"Is coffee waste mixed with sour cream. I do just one leg. You don't like, you wash off. You want?"

My first reaction was "Yours or mine?"

Caffeine is often an ingredient in cellulite creams...so there's that bonus feature.

I found out that there's a nail place in Oakland that has the callous-eating carp. It's $10 for a session with the fish. I might go.

Ooh. You should go and tell me how and where it is, cause I am intensely curious! Especially for only $10!

Am at airport waiting to get on flight. Do not want -- it's so early I feel sick to my stomach.

Javachik, insent (from yesterday)

Also, I went to that nail place in San Mateo you told me about, and noticed that they are opening up a branch in Belmont this summer! I foresee many visits in my future.

iced coffee (so far)

I am not seeing the new Leverage up anywhere.

Grrr.

Erin, I too had a child join me in bed, mine was not until 5AM though, due to his wet bed. Poor noodle is so stressed out. This is the last full week of school, almost there.

My boss was emailing me at 7am this morning about "something done wrong", but really it was something I did as instructed and should be a non-issue. grrr. Hopefully I will get it sorted out today while he is out of the office.

The other thing I really need to do today is write up my proposal for working remotely as a consultant. MUST get to work.

I found out that there's a nail place in Oakland that has the callous-eating carp. It's $10 for a session with the fish. I might go.

I *totally* want to do that!

ION, I am fueled ENTIRELY by anxiety today. We have something to do every night this week, and yet The Boy has several Big Projects that he has decided MUST get done before vacation. I tried to gently reason with him and ask if they can wait until after we get back. No, he says, because they're important for the what-ifs during vacation. (He needs to make supports for the backyard fence and then put them in, because the fence is falling down and what if it falls down all the way while we're out of town?!? [My answer: Then...it falls. Shit happens. We fix it when we're back.] NOT GOOD ENOUGH!) (He needs to make a railing for the dog ramp, because he doesn't want the dog falling over the side while the petsitter is here. [A legitimate concern, but the way that WE are currently avoiding it is that we simply take the dog outside ourselves, instead of just opening the back door and letting her run. That way we're with her to grab her collar in case she falls off. So -- the petsitter can do the same.] NOT GOOD ENOUGH.)

Fine, goddamnit, do your projects. But there is literally no time this week for him to do them. Which means he'll have to do them next week. That would be fine, you see, except we need to pack next week, and if you don't understand why it takes a week to pack for a fucking beach vacation, let me introduce you to my ADD boyfriend. Who I love more than life. But arrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

So we won't leave on time for vacation (like last year, and, oh, the year before), and I'll lose my shit, especially because this could all be avoided.

Antidepressant is causing an allergic reaction, which is just FUCKING AWESOME, because it was WORKING (believe it or not; all this anxiety is fueled by the abrupt stoppage of the antidepressant). So there's that, too, which is, as I said, FUCKING AWESOME.

We're supposed to do the work birthday lunch today, and since I am one of the birthday people, I didn't bring any money (we don't pay for our lunches when it's our birthday month). Well, one of the other birthday people is out sick, so the office manager is like, "Well, let's just postpone it until she can be here."

FUCK YOU I DIDN'T BRING A LUNCH OR MONEY TO BUY ONE.

I'm trying to decide if Ativan will make me so tired that I can't work, or if it's the only thing that's going to get me through the day without ending up in a gibbering heap under my desk.

Monday, hi.