This is not my beautiful house.
Aah...seasonal depression, my old arch-nemesis. And here I armed with my trusty infrared lamp and a militia of Vitamin B supplements was just basking in the conviction that I had escaped your nefarious grasp this year. Now, it appears that I have been mistaken. Well played.Present life is wonderful...maybe even perfect. Even so, Ive the nagging suspicion that I should be hiding under the covers somewhere, crying over stupid things like puppies and old people and tampon commercials. This is absurd. I need a fucking hug. And for Manager E. to stop chewing potato chips with her mouth open. Fun Facts:* Cute little nostril piercing acquired slightly over a week ago. When not strategizing how best to clear out my congested sinuses, it brings me great joy.* Finally saw [one of] Jons band[s], The Five Maseratis, perform in D.C. last night. Let it be said that they put on a damn fine show, all girlfriend biases aside. Still: The sight of Jon playing his bass on stage makes me think naughty, naughty thoughts. Shh. Its totally a secret.* On the subject of lad: Mmm...tasty. Made the pilgrimage out to IKEA obviously, the make-it-or-break-it point in every relationship last week and emerged intact(/with a great deal of Scandinavian candy), which bodes well. He valiantly sought to provide me with owl pillow love, but was ultimately unsuccessful. Still, I appreciated the attempt.* Nathan Scott Phillips is a cuddle monster.Decidedly-Not-So-Fun Facts:* Work is overwhelming. Jesus.* Grandma continues to lose her shit. Aunt Jon has advanced/deteriorated to Stage 4 cancer and Aunt Lois 10-year battle has taken a particularly nasty turn, as well. Okay, were mortal. I get it. Now...stop? Please?* I just burned my tongue on the hot chocolate that was supposed to make everything better; that kind of defeated the purpose. Jeff is having birthday beer and tacos tonight, and Jessica and Nice!Eric may well be joining me in the goodness; perhaps I'll transfer my hot-choco faith to that and just hope for the best.Sorry that I've been a lame-ass LJer lately. Bah, humbug.