Turns Out

That I'm an idiot. The perfume was coming from my new shirt. Which had been enclosed in a gift box with a sample scent prior to my wearing it. No wonder I couldn't get away from the smell. Ha.

Perfumania

There are too many scented people in my office today. I think that they are trying to kill me. I'm getting a headache from the competing sweets and florals. Gah.

The Minutes

From last night's meeting with myself (at the Squeaky Clean Coin Laundry):

1. When I had a boyfriend and a washer/dryer of my own, I did not run out of clean panties.
2. Reading The Bell Jar is like listening to myself talk. Well, at least the first ten chapters anyway.
3. The laundromat presents a conundrum: my clothes suffer from the intense heat of the dryer, but drying at a lower heat costs more money and takes more time. Oh, the decisions.

These are the days of our lives...

Gah

My underwear are shrinking again. I thought breaking up was supposed to make you lose weight, not gain it. I keep planning to lay low and work out and be healthy, and then life gets in the way. I've been eating whatever I desire and not getting in the workouts that I should. I've also been spending way too much money.
I theoretically like the fall, but once I have to dress for fall weather, I feel inadequate and under dressed. Fall dressing costs so much more than summer. Why are these the things that I worry about?
Anyway, it's about time to reign in the spending and beer and general sloth. I need a plan. I need to stick to it. These past few months it's been my goal to turn inward and start focusing on myself. I know I can't totally drop off the social scene without depressing repercussions, but I need to get my bodily health back to where it was last year. I haven't been on top of it for a while.

Neverland

Apparently I'm not the only one who doesn't want to grow up.

I'm. In. Heaven.

I Am A Responsible Grown-Up...

...who takes back her new yellow iPod Nano to the Apple store upon discovery that it is not compatible with her work computer's version of iTunes (which is not version 9) instead of buying a new computer on credit to go along with her new yellow iPod.
See how responsible I am? Responsible, I say!
Sigh.
Also, area rugs...they cost as much as 5th generation 16 GB yellow Nanos, just in case you were wondering. Just in case you were trying to be a responsible grown-up who buys area rugs for your new apartment rather than flashy new Nanos that you can't utilize anyway.
Humph.
Being a grown up. Boo.

Observatorium

1. Laundromats are dirty places. Which is funny, since you go there to clean your clothes. Which is made even more ironic by the fact that the one I went to last night is called "Squeaky Clean Coin Laundry." It was not squeaky clean.
2. Particle board, if you over-pound it with a hammer, will return to its particular state. The particles will then stick to your butt if you happen to be putting your tv stand together in your underwear because you can't figure out how to turn off your 1970's heater.
3. The secret to selling things on craigslist it to make them very cheap. People don't want your couch for $150. But they do want it for $50. The price must be right. It's like a yard sale on-line.
4. I've gone to this therapist a couple of times now. She tells me things about herself and her prior and current relationships. Maybe it's because I've never been in therapy before, and I know that she's trying to build a rapport with me, but every time she tells me about her ex-husband, I can't help but feel like she's cutting in on my time. I have a lot to say. I'm a talker. I'm paying for this hour, let's not wasting it by talking about you, I want to say. Let's get back to me, I want to say. I can't decide if this says something bad about me as a person. Dr. Melfi never tells Tony Soprano about her ex-husband. So I'm torn.
5. I miss my dog when he goes to see his dad.