they say that jesus loves you, what about me?

I purposely didn't bring lunch to work today, mostly because our fridge is empty. We have water, beer, garlic, and cookie dough in the fridge at this very moment. Maybe some shredded cheese too. Maybe. I brought two apples instead. I think Jesus loves me, because my boss's wife brought some home-cooked Indian food for me. She's cooked for me before, but it's rare. Like, I would never purposely not bring lunch because I'm counting on her to feed me. That would never happen. Except today.

I had a rough, rough morning. I woke up with a splitting headache (side note: I had a dream that I was being framed for murder and Rosie O'Donnell was chasing me around an asylum) and I was exhausted. Five hours of sleep is never enough. Five hours barely constitutes a nap.

Onward.

Good things happened on Private Practice and for the first time in weeks this show didn't make me cry. I HATE CRYING (and it's especially embarrassing since I watch PP at work the morning after it airs... crying at work is no bueno).

Look at her being all gorgeous and doctor-like. Bitch.

Today, despite all the suck that is Wednesday, has not sucked.

TRUE STORY BRO.

Do you know what happens on days when I am in a good mood? Bad things happen. Bad things like: spending money I don't have. Or at least planning to spend money I don't have yet. Today's ridiculous (future) purchase: my wedding. For serious. It's better for my life (and for my boyfriend's sanity) if I'm in a perpetual state of crabbiness because it distracts me from making ridiculous plans, like looking into wedding planners and making limousine arrangements. Important tidbit of information: we're not even engaged yet. So yeah. I need a hobby, or stranger to come slap me across the face for no reason so that I can channel my unused energy into unrelenting rage or some shit like that. I can be unusually productive when I choose to be, and I have serious tunnel vision in that I can't see anything else until I've completed a project start-to-finish. Starting my wedding "project" is NOT something I should be contemplating right now.

In case you're wondering, I had my heart set on a ceremony at the Wynn or the Mirage. But, but, but. Caesar's is playing with my heart.

... and it's sentences like the one above that remind me how desperately I need running in my life. Running = no energy = no wedding planning = sanity. In short, running = sanity. Me = currently sitting down = GOING OUT OF MY GOD DAMN MIND.

That was a really poor lesson in math. Possibly a sound lesson in symbolic logic. Possibly.