ONE. Study for the GRE: Week 2 was far less productive than Study for the GRE: Week 1, owing mostly to the fact that I had Thursday and Friday off of work, and decided to spend both days camped out in front of the telly in my pj’s watching crap movies and surfing the interwebz, instead of studying dilligently as I said I would. I’m not too terribly upset with myself, as I most definitely deserved wanted a break. A few days of doing absolutely nothing was much needed, in order to prepare for the 18 (possibly 24) hours of overtime I will be putting in this week. Six (maybe even seven) straight days of work… I’ll be dead before I know it. Out of beez-ness, as Nadia would say. Silver lining, though - my paycheck is gonna be awesome. That is, until Uncle Sam takes his cut. Greedy bastard.

TWO. Holly decided she needed someone to take care of, so, instead of having a baby like most normal people do when they are feeling particularly unloved, she bought a Chihuahua. Say hello to Reese.

  She’s kinda cute, I suppose. In a rat-like kind of way. She also happens to hold the distinction for “World’s Neediest Dog,” as she refuses to be by herself for more than 30 seconds at a time and ends up whining like mad whenever anyone leaves the room.

I totally wanted to name her Taco. Taco Belle. Holly vetoed it straight away. Go figure.

THREE. I have recently decided that life would be far more tolerable if it was experienced while under the influence of Xanax. Anxiety is kicking my ass right now, with all this grad school stuff, plus the general choas at work, and the crap in my personal life… maybe I need drugs. Well, I probably don’t need drugs, but it’d be nice, yeah? Perhaps I shall visit with a psychiatrist regarding just such a possibilty. Then again, maybe I should just deal with shit as it is, and not rely on a little pill to get me through the day.

I’m totally mental, methinks. But then again, aren’t we all?