i had three outings this past week. what did i do to deserve all the massive amounts of fun? i guess god knew that i would be stuck alone in this hell hole with two crazy little ones for a week praying for bedtime day and night. thankfully, my very good friend sarah kept me company via phone last night. man, after talking to her on the phone, i was actually more depressed because i miss her soo much! when she made her big move to chicago prior to california, i was so depressed and thought it was going to be the end of the world. i walked around in a fugue and really lost interest in my job since we worked together all the time, not that i had that much interest in my job in the first place. i also lost my musical soul mate. not many of my friends care about music, so it was so nice and relaxing sitting on her living room floor drinking vast amounts of wine and listening to the mellifluous sounds of her stereo. we would sit and discuss the major intricacies of the chord changes in a song (and no, we aren't musicians, though i think she can play a mean jethro tull flute) or wow, did you hear that faint sound in the background of radiohead's masterpiece, and oh, my god, isn't dave grohl the most incredible song writer in the world. god, i'm starting to sound a little pathetic and a little psycho. i swear, i'm not, really... the chances of rich and i going to cali to visit her and her perfect husband are like our chances of ed mcmahon showing up on our doorstep with millions of dollars from the over subscribed magazines sitting in our bathroom floor or i actually lose my massive marriage and child weight gain. nada!!!
my mind is always a constant scramble. when i start to write about one thing, i can't seem to stay focused and on track and i start to veer of course into other territories that i had no clue i was going to write about. maybe, a public display of my lack of cohesion is not a good idea.