I am sitting on the dining room floor right now typing this because my computer battery is dead, so my laptop needs to be plugged in at all times, and I do not want to bother unplugging it and moving somewhere more comfortable. Can we say LAZY!? I am making eggplant parm tonight but i am not ready to start cooking (motivationally speaking) so I guess the dining room floor is good for now.

This week I feel like I got a handle on some things at work that were stressing me out - basically just skills I am feeling more comfortable with - and I haven't left at the end of the day so burnt out. It finally occurred to me (lightbulb, seriously) that I have actually been working for less than 2 months and I have a TWENTY-TWO week orientation. I won't be done until the week before Christmas! So I still have two thirds of my orientation left to work out all the craziness in my brain.

Someone is smoking on the back porch of our building, and it actually smells amazing. Which, if you know me, should shock you because I am the anti-smoking champion of my social circle. Clearly I have reached a critical level of stress despite not even having to work on the floor today. If anyone is available, please bring me a cigarette. This may be the only time you'll ever see me smoke, because I have a serious reputation to uphold.

What other discombobulated ideas can I express here...on the dining room floor...this weekend we caught the Red Bull Flugtagon Saturday afternoon and Germanfest that night. Both were hilarious and I think I went approximately 13 hours without thinking about work once, a new record. Maybe 21 hours, if you count the fact that I passed out diagonally across the bed and woke up Sunday morning fully clothed, makeup on, looking EXTREMELY unattractive. And I only had one stein!

I am sitting pretty close to the cat food right now, which is unfortunate and kind of nauseating. I also have a killer headache. None of this makes me want to start cooking, but I am getting hungry and I should probably get on with that. No one has brought me a cigarette yet. I know Joshua will be THRILLED to hear about this craving, but I'm hoping it passes before he takes it as license to smoke half a pack before bedtime. Eggplant here I come.