We don't have a showing today (yet, but please god, NO. ONE DAY, PLEASE. A ONE DAY BREAK.) and I am drinking peach ginger tea, and have done two loads of laundry. My folks got me new towels for Xmas, and every time I see matched, nice towels in my open linen case, I have a little moment of color-coordinated joy.

(We also got a fancy rainshower, double-headed showerhead with mucho settings, and it is AMAZING.)

Now I'm waffling on whether to take the train instead. It's a mile walk to where I can park and the weather is putting me off.

Someone on her cell phone in the hall outside my office just said something about losing weight along with her left ovary, so that happened.

What would you get, shrift?

That is the eternal question, and the reason I haven't gotten a tattoo yet. Some things I've been idly considering: a hummingbird, poetry (considering "Yet I am in love with words." from Anne Sexton), maybe something from The Sandman: Brief Lives.

Ugh, this is a day where I feel like I am sucking at EVERYTHING and feel like apologizing for using up valuable oxygen that productive, successful people could be using. Bah.

Ugh, this is a day where I feel like I am sucking at EVERYTHING and feel like apologizing for using up valuable oxygen that productive, successful people could be using.

Surely there is some way we can blame this feeling on Tino?

It's got to be Tino. t shakes fist at Tino

Damn you, Tino!

Glad things are looking up, tommyrot!!

My day like that was yesterday. It was not a good day.

I am trying to remedy it with peanut butter cookies and Archer.