A Girl...

You Are the New Day

I'm feeling a little better today than yesterday. I think that has something to do with the fact that instead of sitting on the couch and watching four hours of Dr. Phil on mute while listening to my "Sad Slow Stuff" iTunes mix and surfing the net, I cleaned the apartment. I scrubbed the bathroom floor on my hands and knees, I did the dishes twice, I took out four bags of garbage and recycling, I cleaned out the fridge and changed the lightbulb that burnt out two years ago(!), I organized stuff for my trip to the laundromat tomorrow, I put away clean clothes from the last time I did laundry, I changed my bed sheets, I handwashed some delicates, I vacuumed the living room rug, I OxyCleaned my white chair, I swept the floors, I filed bills and old mail, I reorganized the pantry, I cleared off the kitchen table, I got rid of a 2-foot stack of New Yorkers, and I put up my Halloween decorations (hooray!). Sadly, some corners of the apartment still look like Category 5 territory, but I'm pretty good at pretending those corners don't exist, so please don't point them out in that annoying "you missed a spot" way, m'kay?

Other things that make me feel better include:

--My mom called out of the blue, just to see how I was doing.
--My dad asked all the right questions, as usual, so I got to vent a little and he got an earfull about Teddy and Ethan leaving me for Reno and my coworkers acting sketchy.
--My brother went out on a limb and said more to me on the phone than "muh" and "feh," even though all he did was read to me out of Jon Stewart's new book for forty-five minutes.
--The intricate leaf-shaped candle that's been in storage for a year with my Halloween decorations still smells like spiced cider and pumpkin pie and candy corn. Yummy!
--I had a good laugh at myself after realizing I acutally had heart palpitations when the doorbell rang at about eight this evening and I dared dream it was someone come to hang out with me. But alas it was not a surprise visitor but the pizza delivery guy who had the wrong address by about thirty blocks. Imagine--palpitations over a pizza guy who out-olds and out-smalls even George the Jockey! It was all so Desperate Housewives for a second there.
--I had au gratin potatoes from a box and hard boiled eggs for lunch and dinner. Also, Froot Loops. Because I can.
--Yesterday and today I got many extraordinarily nice comments and emails from people who read this site. You guys are so kind and caring and I wish I could put you all in a basket and carry you around with me during the day and put you on my bedside table at night. You people have no obligation at all to care what happens to some stranger, and yet you not only care, but you take the time to let me know. You are wonderful people and give me faith when it is lacking. One thousand gold stars for everybody!

Now please excuse me while I go make some Jell-o.