This week, if I had health, I could:
- go to a party tonight for my friends graduating from med school.
- go to a wedding shower on Wednesday for my friend who is graduating from med school today and getting married on Friday
- go to a wedding on Saturday (I WILL BE AT THIS EVENT, come rain or come shine.)
The cold still is with me. My mood has turned from "eh" to worse.
And I can quote portions of Season 4, Vol 3 to you: (Carrie) "That's my squirrel?" and "I can't believe you're going out with someone named after a tree!" and (Miranda) "that's my scary age"(43) and (Carrie) "45 is mine."
Last night I sat between two men who talked to each other about the 10% rule or the 10 year rule. So gentlemanly of them...one had the theory that age of girlfriend shouldn't equal more than a 10% difference between yours. I actually remember having the "age" conversation with said gentleman at exact seat, at least a year ago. The other had the theory that 10 years older or younger, as long as it wasn't illegal. Nice, guys. Real pleasant for this 35 year old almost-SPINSTER to be listening to. I think I'm getting very bitter. Is it any WONDER???
Also, had an email exchange with my psychiatrist this morning:
Me: "I forgot to schedule after our last appt, when should I reschedule?"
Him: "If you're feeling fine mood-wise, 4-5 weeks. If not, then sooner."
Until this morning, I think I would have said 4-5 weeks. I don't think my current therapist has seen me cry yet. I think she'll be getting full use of her Kleenex box this morning.
This afternoon, I HAVE to look at my bills.
A happy thought: I have some clean clothes.
Oh, and did I mention that today has already been:
trip to the chiropractor.
In a few, I'll hop in the car for:
trip to the therapist.
Then I'll catch a quick lunch and then motor to Oakland for:
a blood test. (It's for the study I'm in, see other blog.)
I've been re-reading Jill Davis' Girl's Poker Night. I love this book. I love this book so much.