As I do every night, I sit on my laptop, trying to wrap up another hour or two of work.  I try not to talk about work on here, since I live it anywhere from 9 to 11 hours a day, but it’s very slowly taking over my life.  I’m now looking at future committments and basing them around work events, which I’ve never had to do.

I’m pretty tired.

In other news, I made a killer dinner tonight: grilled shrimp skewers in a sweet and spicy picante sauce, sauteed summer squash, butter rice, and buttermilk biscuits. (You’re right; the biscuits didn’t fit.  But I’m PMSing and wanted friggin biscuits.)

Then I engulfed half a bag of M&Ms and cried at Wife Swap.  Again: PMS.  The bain of my existence every third week.  No cramps (yet), but I also had some Pringles earlier.  And when I say “some”, I mean “an entire can”.  In one sitting.  Which, as the math in my head worked out, was about 700 calories.  Considering I hadn’t eaten anything all day, I wrote them off.

Believe it or not, I’m excited about rehearsal tomorrow night.  I’m having fun with this show; very little thinking is required, which means there’s more brain power left for playing around. 

I’m trying to turn my brain off, in case you’re wondering.  I’m typing to turn my brain off.  It’s not really working.  I think a couple of Midol and snuggling will help.

Sweet dreams.

I sit in several meetings each week where I am the only female in the room.  At these junctures, I can smell the male pheromones circling the room.  It drives me crazy, and makes me crave sweat.  Oh, and a Snickers bar.  A big ole King-Sized Snickers bar.

I finished our Book Club selection this weekend, and can I just say.. WTF?!  THAT was how you ended the story?!  Also, I will forever now call it “bed business”.  Since “going to Decatur” has been so vulgarly raped.