I should be getting ready for bed...

From there to here...From here to there...Funny things are everywhere.

I bought a broom today. The old one was covered in raw eggs. It's in the trash.

I sort of want to cut my hair. But I really don't. I think I should shave my head. I think about my hair a little too much.

I really don't like white walls...so yuck...and blah...and uninspiring. I want to paint my walls in my kitchen somewhere between red, orange, and peach. I haven't decided which.

I want Chinese food and Japanese food...egg rolls, and potstickers, and crab rangoons, and cold buckwheat noodles with miso sauce and seaweed on top...I'm hungry now.

I'm so happy, and tired, and ready to organize everything that I can lay my hands on...

Listening to disco music in the car today made me realize that I've always wanted Farrah Fawcett hair. I'll never really be happy with my hair until it looks like Farrah Fawcett hair.

I feel so powerful when I hide behind my oversized sunglasses and my jogging stroller. That jogging stroller is really nice. It is a very visible reminder that I am fat because I have two kids - let's not blame it on them, but...- and it also hides my hips from the front view. Nice. My sunglasses make me brave and give me super powers. Never leave home without them.

Have you ever wanted to eat something so badly, but everytime you tried to eat what you thought you wanted, you realized it wasn't what you wanted after all? So frustrating. I could gain five hundred pounds like this...

I dreamed last night that Hubby's law school class had a little alumni function, and that I had to wear a little black dress and go schmooze with Hubby...But it was so boring that I dodged people who tried to talk to me in an evasive way that left them admiring me and wanting to talk to me all the more and that I ran away into the heart of the college campus downtown where I quickly changed out of my tennis shoes in to a pair of black stillettos and put on my big sunglasses. I was warmly received by a crowd of young college students who thought that my older, more mature world view was fascinating, and they quickly wanted to make me leader of their pack. I kept up my mysterious nature by leaving them at the height of my popularity to finally return to Hubby when his function was over and he once again missed me. However, to keep in touch with my new found fan club, I rented a historic old building to live in. I suspected that the condo was shared by a number of vermin. Therefore, I conducted an investigation in which I peaked into the dimly lit condo through the glass doors that led to the balcony. I then surveyed two little furry creatures sitting on my living room floor. I immediately asked my mother if I could crash at her place with my family for the rest of my life - to which she replied that I could stay only one night. I agreed to this with the intent that I would continue to beg until one night became the rest of my life. At that point, I awoke with the vague feeling that a mouse was in my room. Thankfully, this was only a distant memory of the dream from which I had just been awakened. My current home is - due to my diligence and obsessive cleaning - rodent and bug free.