Be still my tool-girl heart.

There is a Trading Spaces marathon on TLC. You know what that means!

AMY WYNN PASTOR ALL DAY LONG!!

Still at Mel's. I'd meant to be showered by now, but I got swept up in Douglas Coupland's Shampoo Planet and my Amy Wynn. Oops. My cats are going to kick my ass.

I'm really worried about a few friends of mine and wish I knew what to do. There really doesn't seem to be anything I can do or say, not from here and not in general. Instead I will just say that I love you muchly, am thinking about you, and will do anything I can. Just ask. Seriously.

I met a few new friends this week, and that has been cool. My air conditioner isn't working, and that's not cool. I saw Goldmember last night, and that was cool. There was an incident, and that wasn't so cool. I slept here so I wouldn't be woken up by the water meter that needs to be replaced (on Tuesday, ugh) and the 6am cat, which is great. I miss my kitties though, and that's bummy. To everything - turn, turn, turn - there is a season. I am so at peace today.

"Please don't confront me with my failures; I have not forgotten them."

I can go to job interviews now (if I ever get one) and say I am licensed. This is going to be a big help. My life, as always, is amazing and beautiful. A week from now, Jode and I will be hanging out. Yay!

Are you alright? Please please PLEASE tell me what I can do.

Ennui! Ennui!

I was so overcome with grief from auntiesiannan's death that I up and died, too.

( Mood music. )