it's just my nineteenth nervous breakdown

feeling
restless (legs especially), anxious, guilty over things i haven't done right, ashamed over things that i have done wrong, woefully underwhelmed by mankind in general, sick of people who do half a job :| headachey and overly warm and cranky :| oh and it's that time of the month too :|

craving
burnt sausages with HP sauce :| which i can't have because i am a vegetarian now :| yes i still am.

thinking
it probably wasn't a good day to go to Chuck E Cheese.... the people who work there are really really really horrible and apathetic and clearly hate their jobs (which makes me wonder why they took a job at what clearly must be the most horrific place to work if you hate children, smiling and menial tasks like exchanging tickets for rubber fish and tootsie rolls)

listening to

the soundtrack of "merry christmas mr lawrence"... remember that movie with David Bowie? i know he's the worst actor ever, but he's just so completely perfect and perfectly british, as is Tom Conti who is the narrator of Andy Pandy and the reason i hang on every single word when i watch it :)

stressing
over the Vegas trip - i just know taking a five year old to a Cirque du Soleil show is a total waste of $100... but for some reason i am hellbent on doing it :| and can i decide which hotel to stay at? nope - we have reservations at two until i make a decision :|

hoping
for quiet time tonight... the boys are supposed to go to jiu jitsu which grants me two hours of silence. they have been too sick/busy to go lately - if they don't go tonight, i will lose my mind :|

making
a teeny tiny pink sock monkey from a teeny tiny pair of stripey baby tights - i will post my tutorial later, they are soooo easy to make, seriously easy and fast and almost fun... and all the supplies are from the 99 cent store :)

back later, it's dinner time (with no chicken on my fettuccine and a little bit of extra char on my french bread) xoxo