the myth of us.

My case of the blues has finally passed and I'm feeling much better than I was say, a week and a half ago. I still don't know what kick started my downward spiral into pseudo-depression / inner self loathing, but I'm not going to worry about it any more. What's done is done and I have to remember that even if I want to be happy all the time, sometimes it just isn't going to work. I compact too much stuff anyway and the emotions are going to bubble over at one point or another. Whatevs, I've moved on to bigger and better things.

Well, not necessarily. Still in the daily grind, etc. Daylight Savings has really messed up my sleep schedule and that, I don't like. Oh well, I'll get back with it by the end of the week I'm sure and things will be fine.

Grandma sent me a card this week, with a $100 check in it to "buy something nice for my new place." She's adorable. I miss her. I'm feeling really bad pretty much knowing that I won't be able to get back there for Brooke's wedding in August. Actually, I don't know that for sure but as of right now, it's not looking like it's going to be possible. Which is a bummer, but also a relief.

oh & I made these last night:

The recipe is here and let me tell you, they are really really good. And coming from a person (me) who HATES to bake and has never made anything from scratch before, they're pretty simple. And did I mention good? Yeah, I thought so anyway.