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What happened to paper towels? Real towels are less expensive now.
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A strange thing happened today and it was really useful and comforting. Simon IM'd and told me to go out to lunch. It was one of those food truck things and I had a vegetarian lunch. I knew Simon wouldn't be upset with the cost because he ate at the truck earlier this week when it was docked near his office. Then on the way home, I was going by the new Target.

So even though my day is chock full of stupid chores (laundry!) and errands (returning library books) and the phone wouldn't stop ringing--- even though nothing got done on the essential tasks--- I actually feel almost human.

I stopped taking my vitamins when everything was in disarray here. And it's not missing one that's the problem. It's skipping a whole week in a row that left me unable to be optimistic. I've been researching some and B vitamins are essential building blocks to most of the complex neurotransmitters. As in, if you're B deficient, you might be biochemically incapable of being happy. I've certainly been unable to be happy a lot recently and it's been horrible in contrast. The contrast is so enormous that I would prefer never to be happy again than to fall from such a height.

It's odd that I struggle so much with this since I am lucky enough to not need fancy pharmaceuticals--- it can be wholly managed through diet and supplements and exercise. But having someone task me with going to a new place for lunch meant I went out and saw the sky and did something new and talked to new people and had to figure out how to get where I was going and where to park when I got there. And it was fun, even if the food was mediocre and overpriced. But I wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been an explicit directive.

I had a weird bit this morning. I was making things with cardboard and packing tape while watching Mythbusters. I started watching Mythbusters because pretty much everyone I knew watched it and I kept feeling left out. But they film it in California, and some of their remote locations are places I've actually been on vacation. I am frequently knitting during Mythbusters but I don't think I've ever been "building" something.

I need to call the coffee woman and reschedule because I haven't been grocery shopping yet and am supposedly going to meet her in 1.5 hours. I'd much rather send her an email. Bleah. Phone. Scary. But it's not like I can skip the grocery store to just hang out.

[There was a giant pause in the middle of the next paragraph while the coffee woman called.]

An interesting paradigm shift happened yesterday. One of the other volunteers at the knitting group, the one who insisted that she didn't want to come unless she was a volunteer--- seriously refused to try an open group out first, I'm still WTF about that.--- when I first met her, she seemed to have the good-luck version of my life. She has the job I was mutually terminated from 11 years ago but she works from home (the commute was horrid), she has a big floor loom, she has an apartment with hardwood floors and 2 cats, she has a husband and family and inlaws that she loves, she's a fast knitter, reads the same kinds of books as I do, and she's about as introverted as I am. I was completely envious. But I've been to her home and it's not all that. Her cats aren't very affectionate (even with her, not expecting them to love me) and they get into her weaving and knitting. But what changed yesterday is how much she hates the job. I hated it too. I suspect I had one of those Erma Bombeck kinds of envy... the grass is always greener over the septic tank...

I need to knit myself the cord cozy I found yesterday. My Skullcandy earbuds are purple but the cord is green. It's really ugly together. Plus the cords are always tangled from being dropped in my gym bag.

But I need to leave for the store. Do you think people will notice if I don't wash my hair?