I've got neverending PMS, which means I'm doing this with no coping skills whatsoever.

I had coping skills for the wedding planning (which isn't done), and then the get-a-car plan (which hasn't happened yet), and even for the prospect of refinancing (which scares the crap out of me). But the job bullshit pretty much blew all my coping in one shot. I'm just a mix of caffeine and Xanax right now.

Hang in there, Tep and sarameg! You can dooo eeet!

Not that this is what you want to hear, but if you can it's probably best to get the car and refi locked down while the job thing is still nebulous.

Tep, it's a shitload to handle all at once. I don't doubt that you will, but I know it's gotta be anxious-making.

Not that this is what you want to hear, but if you can it's probably best to get the car and refi locked down while the job thing is still nebulous.

Oh yeah. Our timeline just jumped ahead big time.

Holy crap, Steph. Good luck with everything!

I'm hoping I can wait another year or two before getting a new car.

I just got back from my massage therapist. I got a 90 minute hot stone, deep tissue massage. OMG did I need that. I adore my gal and don't see her near often enough.

Nice way to make myself look organized and together.

Good thing you weren't late for your interview.

Hee, David.

Dinner tonight was a seaweed salad (which should have been squid salad, but new waitress and I like 'em both anyway) and this beauty:

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It's a bomb roll: tempura fried lobster tail, cream cheese, and crunch flakes wrapped in thin sliced cucumber, served skewered in a martini glass with carrot strings and parsley.