ARGH!!!

I figured today wouldn't start well when I awoke from a morning nap and felt sad. I dreamt that I was moving from here to Seattle with nothing to show for it. No job, no good reason, I was leaving my Momma behind... However, she was essentially kicking my ass out the door and all I could think in the dream was, "Wait! I don't want to go! I want to finish the beer in the fridge with you!"

Clearly I'm getting used to living with Momma.

Wade called to tell me that there's a family crisis in her life. I hate that for her and for her family. And OF COURSE I go into lawyer mode, which tends to be the exact opposite of friend mode. I wish all of her family the best, and I hope she knows that she can lean on me, anytime...every time.

I couldn't find the precise nail polish color that I wanted. I'm going to have to experiment with the two color and mixing dish that I bought. (Aside: I'm not very good at arts and crafts.)

I started the pedi, but I had to wait to paint until Momma got home, which was about 1 1/2 hours later than usual. How could I paint? I would have totally fucked up the color if I had painted and then she came home. I would have dropped her wheelchair on my toes.

In the interim, I got online, only to see that Comcast was acting as if I never signed up. I finally was able to call, only to find out that my payment to them has not been received. I'm online now with the quite possibly most fortuitous laptop Momma ever brought home. The bill should post by Monday (MONDAY!!!) and hopefully things will go back to normal then.

Finally, I emailed my boy to find out about his plans for the evening. His response? A diatribe on just HOW BUSY he is, and then to ask for my advice. Of course I gave it, and of course I'll get over it. Still.

Seriously, people, this could have totally been a Tuesday. Let's all just hope than I can mix and paint well.

PS - I'm nervous about tomorrow. It'll be the first time in WEEKS that I've interacted with my date, assuming he shows up.

PPS - Sometimes I think my life exists as a warning to others.