I miss my fish and the sound of the aquarium. I like the sound of flowing water. Maybe I need a fountain.
It's already too hot in the kitchen. We start coming in a 6am next week. Bleh.
Why does she go straight to weepy panic mode - pissed off or inquiring would be so much more effective.
Why did I agree to go out tonight? I just want to go to bed.
How did I end up with so much on my social calendar? It's just not normal.
I need to find a way to brush up on unused pastry skills that does not involve making loads of fattening things at home.
My upcoming birthday is precipitating a lot of soul searching and depression, what-the-hell-have-I-done-so-far and what-am-I-going-to-do-next. I'm not what I want to be. I'm not sure what I want to be. I don't know if I'm capable of being what I want to be. Maybe I'm just too lazy to make the effort.
That write-in-the-shower pad Jenn put on facebook is awesome. About time someone came up with that. Why wasn't it me? Oh, yeah. Science.
How do sculptors make stone look like diaphanous fabric? Why are cake artists into bright tacky-colored fondant and frosting? I'm glad we don't do wedding cakes anymore. I hate covering cakes in fondant. It's fun for sculpture, but not for covering. And it tastes bad. Really bad.
Do I have time for a nap and a shower? Do I care?
Where is all the time going? It seems to be going by so fast, and I'm left here feeling empty, feeling useless, feeling like a waste of time.
You are not a window Kitty. Get off the keyboard.
I really need a glass of water. I miss going to Free Writing on Friday mornings. It was really good for me. I haven't been able to go for over a year.
It's hot. I'm tired. And I don't want to go out. But I said I would. This is why I so rarely give my word - once it's done, it has to be honored. Integrity can be so inconvenient.