August 30, 2004

I'm in the middle of assembling a photogallery of last fall's vegas/grand canyon/disneyland trip, but it just seems too taxing right now. Because right now, all I want to do is cry. No reason, just this feeling that crying would be a good idea, right about now.

I think maybe I'm just a wee bit hormonal.

I've been feeling this way, on and off, since about 3 pm. Yesterday, I also felt like crying at 3 pm. How wonderfully reliable.

The worst part? I actually tried crying this afternoon, just to get it over with, but I got bored. Bored of crying. So sad, I could cry.

So, because I'm in no mood to compose any cohesive sort of story, I'll give you these observations and comments:
 

-I have lost 12 lbs on my french-style/slighly-reduced-carbs/margaret-cho-fuck-it diet. I'm pretty happy about that.

-Cambozola is quite possibly the world's finest stinky cheese.

-There is an absurd number of blogs about the subjects of knitting, and/or infertility. I think maybe these people need to form a gigantic knitting/infertility support group over on Web2 (home of political pundit blogs and websites dedicated to pets dressed up in costumes), and remove themselves from our internet. Is that wrong?

-Dammit, there I go crying again.

-Method phosphate-free laundry detergent is infinitely superior to the Soapworks phosphate-free detergent from Trader Joe's. Our clean laundry no longer smells like sweaty armpits. This is enough to make me not cry.