Bacon and Ass

The good news is the new guy is out until at least Tuesday, maybe Wednesday. Maybe even longer if he gets placed on a jury. That would be fantastic. Albeit scary for whoever is claiming they are not guilty.

Warning to readers: I have PMS so I am cranky. The only good news there is that I no longer get into hopeless depressions, I just get kind of bitchy. But, I'm trying to keep it under control. And I think I do an ok job. Just as long as I don't make any decisions today... besides what to eat or things of that nature... it should be alright. Actually, I'm feeling better than I did this morning. One co-worker said something about me being "lovely" this morning. And then another co-worker chimed in with "not THIS morning". So it goes...

My day yesterday was very, very productive. My parents have been away all week so I've been living my own life this week... exactly as I would if I were back in my own place. They come back tonight which doesn't help the PMS situation. I still maintain that my parents are wonderful. It's just that I am a grown up living like a 16 year old some days. Not exactly like a 16 year old but all I have is two bedrooms and neither of them are fully mine. My parents still use things (closets, etc) in each of them. Kind of a lack of privacy. I cannot wait to move out.

Also, I need to start putting some serious thought into what I'm going to do about school. I'm sticking with it this time around but I keep having very intense feelings of "I wish I had gone away to school." While I won't be able to go away to school at this point in my life... if I'm ever going to go as far as I would like... I need to go full time.

My life is as it is. There's nothing I can do to change the past. I have to simply accept where I am and keep working to dig myself out of this hole. For the first time in my life, I know what I want and I am working toward all my goals... little bit at a time. I have to keep remembering this. Even on my cranky days like this. When I am tempted to think miserable thoughts. Miserable thoughts that end up mixing themselves up and smelling like the title implies.