the power of positive thinking

Here's kind of how August has been going for yr girl:

I have three or four entries I'm working on for pygblog, but can't complete. I've started seven or 8 books recently, have not finished a single one. I am in desperate need of work clothes/new tank tops, and have less interest in shopping than I usually do, which is a mighty low. I refuse to iron. I did manage to go to the grocery store last night; and then came home and laid on the basement floor (all wrapped in a blue-n-green afghan that I always thought was made by Nabob's gramma, instead: thrift store! Eww!) and watched "Remember the Titans." I cannot remember the last time I A) vacuumed or B) cooked a meal. I'm not really sleeping well.

A co-worker who I don't usually talk to just came by my desk and hissed I hate this place with such venom I actually got the chills.

I don't really dig astrology but I read somewhere that Mercury's been in retrograde, so that seems as good an excuse as any.

Better news: I get a pet in 96 hours or so.