I know! I had a tiny little belly, and I was so ashamed of it. Lord.

Yeah, I thought I was fat my whole life and hated myself for my tiny little belly. Now I really am fat, and I like myself. Go figure.

So I got a call at 6pm, we're coming into town, let's go eat, we'll be there at 7. So I got dressed up, a little, you know, clean clothes and lipstick. 7:15, another call, oh we have to do this and that first, we'll be there at 8. So I'm sitting here in nice clothes, gathering cat hair, haven't eaten, and not expecting to see them until about 9. I'd be annoyed, but this is how things usually go with my family. Dinner will be nice as long as my niece doesn't drink too much and suddenly explode in a self-righteous paranoid fit, which is what happens about 80% of the time we go out with her. I love my niece, but I wish she'd get therapy. Honestly, I was looking forward to a quiet night in.

I hate waiting. I can't do anything ELSE while I'm waiting. Nothing productive that requires thought, anyway. Dammit. Don't know why it bugs me, I got nothing done all day long, all on my own.

I hate waiting. I can't do anything ELSE while I'm waiting.

It sucks to be stuck in limbo like that. All dressed up with nowhere to go.

I've worked my butt off all day! I blame you slackers. Trying to convince DH to call it a day and go eat dinner. Construction stuff at house we hope to sell soon.

Laura, I'm sorry if I missed your updates, but what's up with your house? Is the bank making you sell?

Can I rail and whine for a minute? I didn't know my sister was coming into town this weekend. If I had known, I would have worked harder to get a bunch of things done. She's so much more energetic than I am; she gets more done in a week than I get done in a month. When she comes to visit, I get a lot of projects finished up, and that's great - except I feel like such a shiftless worm, that I can't seem to do jack shit when she's not around. And when she is around, I'm completely exhausted by the end of the day with her! I wanted to finish painting the two rooms I'm working on before she saw them, and I've done next to nothing on it, and I've told her she can't come in my house because it's a wreck (and it is). I should have cleaned house and painted today, but I sat around in a brain fog and did nothing instead. So now I'm angry. With them for showing up unexpectedly, with myself for not having done everything I wanted to do, and with the damn noisy rude neighbors across the road because fuck them.

They were supposed to be here at 7, then 8, then 8:30. It's now 8:45. I expected to be waiting until 9, and now it's probably going to be 9:15. Did I mention I haven't eaten? Dammit.

I'm in tech until 7 tonight then I need to run to another theatre for a bit. Tomorrow I'm in tech from Noon to 10 PM. Weekend? What?

Tom, the bank continues to be evil. We have decided we just have to finish the improvements as quickly as possible and sell it. Then we will have to sue them for the forced placed insurance and whatever else we can. We are 4 years into the battle and they refuse to settle for a penny less than all they claim we are behind, which of course we can't pay unless we sell it before they take it. Stress. The worst part is I hate feeling the level of hatred I feel toward Wells Fargo.

Zen, please don't be so hard on yourself. I hope you get to eat soon. We are just leaving now to eat!

Zen, as someone who is chronically late despite her efforts (best and not so best), I apologize on their behalf. As someone with blood sugar issues, I say go get a snack!!!

Laura, that just never stops sucking. I hope you sell it and can pay them and tell them to go fuck themselves. Well, maybe not that last bit.

I took a nap and finished a book and lost my glasses and found them and I'm still in my pjs (I biked home in them, it was relatively cool this morning) (what, they actually matched my dress)(it's New Orleans, not to mention Mardi Gras, no one cares). I need to eat something but nothing fast and easy appeals. I think I'll eat an apple and see what I feel like after that.

I'm that kind of cranky where you've napped and then feel lazy and a bit lonely but not enough to put on street clothes and/or see if anyone wants to hang. Also, my hip is killing me, despite many hours today spent with the heating pad and trying to get it back into place. Blah.