Going into the weekend...
Think...think...think... I have less than 45 minutes now to finish my grocery list. This is the worst part of feeding, the menu planning. Or maybe the actual cooking is the worst. ... Nope, definitely the planning.
I want to have the house fully stocked because we're having a friend over for a BSG marathon this weekend to get him caught up. I won't want to go shopping with company over, and besides, the forecast for tomorrow night looks messy! I don't think I'm going to want to leave the house in general.
But when I do need to leave the house, at least I have my sexy new mp3 player! Gods, I love that thing! It's so sleek and versatile, and it makes having to drive anywhere a helluva lot more enjoyable. I'm having so much fun playing with it, learning everything it does and getting it set up just for me. I'm currently trying to figure out playlists. I'm having a strange issue where it's leaving some songs out, but since it's pretty much just a hard drive, I'm having a geeky good time poking around at everything trying to figure out where things are going wrong. Between the extra motivation to get my hermitty ass out of the house and finding out we can use it for extra photo storage in Ireland without having to bring a laptop along, it's turning out to be money very well spent!
Still riding that good mood from earlier this week, ...the one that came after the snarky mood. I think this is a permanent change in attitude. I'm hoping so.
Speaking of mental states, there's a character in a book I've been reading whom I found extremely relatable in her mood swings. Come to find out, she was written to be extremely bi-polar. It disturbed me a little that I saw so much of me in her before she offed herself! But then it is just a fictional story, and I'm still functioning pretty decently without lithium supplements, so I'm not going to let it trouble me.
Lots going on these days Lots. Good times. Not feeling like sharing all of it though, not yet.
...But right now, it's back to the grocery list. erg.
