It Reappears

My sincere apologies for being away for so long.  I doubt you all noticed, but still.

I was having a sabbatical from my computer for a while due to work craziness that left me a blur of slightly insane neurosis by the time I got home every night and all I could do most nights was fall into an exhausted slumber.  At least until I would wake a few hours later in a panic, feeling certain it was 10AM, I was late for work and about to get my ass fired. Of course, it would always be 1:30AM and I'd be crazy for no reason.  I don't know about you but I have the worst time trying to switch off from work sometimes.  I don't want to think about it.  I want to forget it.  I want to come home, eat something, drink some wine, do something impossibly dirty or civilized, depending on mood, then sleep peacefully.  Instead, I come home frazzled, walk on my treadmill, take a shower, eat with El Cerebro, start watching something on the DVR, fall asleep mid way through and drool attractively on my shirt, pry myself awake so I can get into bed, fall asleep again, wake up at 1AM in panic.  Fold, rinse, repeat.  It's not like my job is that important in  the scheme of things either, it's just that I have this inability to detach from it.

I think a lobotomy might work.  Or some large cocktails served by an oiled up, naked man.   Worth trying.

I'm also in the midst of a new addiction.  Quakers Crispy Mini treats.   Come to mama.  I pretend to myself that because they are slightly healthier than potato chips and I'm a chip fiend, that this means they are in fact, akin to chomping on celery.  Don't burst my bubble please.  I enjoy fooling myself.   Honestly though, you must try the Sweet Chili flavor.  They make life worth living.  At least until the next cocktail.

I've also been enjoying having today off, surfing online and making a little girlie collage of things I really want to buy clothing and shoe wise.  It's so much fun.  I have relatively few clothes and shoes compared to most women and of course, this is license for me to go get more.  I mean I'd hate to be under average you know?  I got rid of a lot of stuff a while ago and never replaced them so my wardrobe's feeling sparse.  Cue girlie delight at concocting an imaginary (at least for now) shopping spree.  Is it wrong I am coveting about 20 pairs of summer, high-heeled, wedge sandals?  Because I don't think so.  I saved images of the stuff I liked in a little photo montage.  I may even have stroked each image lovingly on my screen and called it "the precious".  Next, handbags.  I am giddy with anticipation.   No wonder men think women are nuts.  You can explain to an intelligent man for hours but they will never understand that a lady needs more than one handbag or pair of shoes.

Now to go catch up on some blogs that I've neglected for far too long.  Hope you are all well.