After a string of days of completely irrational behavior, crying jags, and mood swings it occurred to me that something might be a little off in my wee brain.

There is a little collection of dietary supplements that I am going to try for a few weeks to see if can at least get a placebo effect working. If not suppose I should go to an actual (gasp !) doctor.

This makes more sense than my initial plan to pack up all of my things and move into a hovel where only Cat would be forced to put up with me and I could wallow undisturbed in my unabashed misery.

Though the current plan is much less dramatic and I should probably just admit the occasional pull towards the more.

Other than my burgeoning mental illness very little is happening.

Pulled a muscle in my back lifting a back of cat litter at Petsmart.

No call-back from potential job for a final interview. If nothing today it probably means they aren't interested. Boo.

Going to one of my favorite little haunts to have lunch with a friend from work.

For dinner planning to make some samosas and dipping sauce.

Maybe between those last two should go to the pool and mentally prepare myself for a weekend of work.

If anyone wants to plan a summer vacation to Texas please do and I promise to try and be sweet and not crazy while you are here.

Love.