while i really like the idea of having an internet blog, i am very bad at managing one. luckily, no one has been holding their breath since december of 2007 to read my next post.
anyway, i can't sleep lately and have been staying awake until 1-3am every night doing absolutely nothing. i have read a lot about breed histories, various bands that i like, crafting, politics and facebook profiles of people i went to high school with (even some people from mount vernon). i have also done some painting, ordered a lot of things off ebay, played a couple of online video games, and taken one million pictures of my dogs. i've gotten awfully good at watching tv and burning CDs, and have harvested acres of hostility and angst. sometimes i worry a little bit about that last one, but shrugging off reasoning is much easier than letting go of grudges.
in the real world, things have not been particularly thrilling, but i have been feeling myself slip into a much more comfortable place than i was in this time last year. i am enjoying my friendships without reservation, leaving my bedroom with relative ease, socializing without [paralyzing] anxiety, working less and sort of getting an education. this is all very neat and exciting for me, feeling content with yourself makes reflection of every "same ole' same ole'" day much less dejecting (TALK ABOUT STATING THE OBVIOUS!!). so that's refreshing.
in other news: i have no money and in a drunken stupor i kicked a large crack in my own windshield from my passenger seat of my car a few weeks ago. i do not have glass insurance and soon shit is going to start freezing and cracking more. i also have
two bills for no-show doctor appointments that come to a grand total of $170 (Edith Lundquist means business, time is money!!). these two lovely expenses on top of paying off my laptop, supporting a cigarette addiction, pursuing alcoholism, gas for my daily trips to and from troy/albany, and my amorous relationship with sushi leave my wallet pretty baron.
wah wah wah, whining spoiled middle-class italian american princess.
PS:
st shit that i have absolutely no control over because i've got nothing better to think/care about. i realize that whenever i am feeling even a little bit shitty, i take every measure possible to make sure i sink deeper and deeper into a wah baby self-pitty party. that's what i'm up to, blogging seems so suitable. 
tch of 8. One without glitter. The cards are hand screen printed and hand glittered (thanks Martha). They took a very long time and I am upset that I do not have more to distribute to my close friends. I did, however, send one to the Delaney's, a really lovely family from Troy who are clients at the hospital. Last week I went to their house for an at-home euthanasia of their dog Murphy. It was my first home visit and even though I was ultimately doing them a service, I feel like I owe them something (considering I assisted in killing their dog on their kitchen floor).
