things are a freaking mess. rather than get into everything, i'll just leave it at that: freaking mess.

most of this week has been spent ear-deep in said mess, although i suppose there were other things. work at the optical on tuesday, hanging out w/ gail, olive garden with banker girls, hot dog day at chris' family house. first annual. i love the assumption of first annual.

my hair is a force to be reckoned with. it's gotten long and heavy and bigger than usual, and the hair near my scalp is a flat black while the rest of it's been sun-stained to an unhealthy rust color. i keep meaning to do something about it, but it's really near the bottom of my list. where am i going to live? am i going to get sued? why is my (free) lawyer so inept? we saw the apartment offered by my boss' brother-in-law. it's huge, which chris likes, but it's a dump, which i hate. i have no stability right now, and work has been insane. a simple loan refinance has spiraled out of control, and you should see how two thin pieces of paper have suddenly multiplied into an overflowing in-box full of jargon that, frankly, i don't understand. i feel like i'm just DONE right now, with everything. i wish i could call a time-out like zach in "saved by the bell" and then take a few years just to lay around and eat cheet-o's.

but i said i wouldn't get into it. sorry.

also, my amazon seller never shipped me my book. you're on my list, salebooks-at-aol.com. you have made the list.