Yes, I will take this corner. Thank you.

Today is the day folks. Today I try Chinese take out. My stomach is already doing the nervous dance.

I had a mini rant about someone today with Marc. Not screaming or anything just a rant. I was sad and frustrated (and out of bagels). Mid rant Marc says his dad might be going home today, awesome! I'm glad they could be sending him home so soon. I do believe that if it's not serious (need constant watch) being home to heal is a lot better than the hospital. You are around people you love, you are not constantly stuck on someone else's schedule (and most times the person caring for you does not want to be there), you don't have someone coming in to probe you every half hour etc. You can relax and be in surroundings that are much more comfortable than a hospital room.

I had a horrible moment today. I had the "I have NOTHING to wear!!!" moment. You know when you open your closet and suddenly it is empty. O, there are clothes but there really isn't any clothes. I hate those moments. So I crawled onto my bed and pouted, then I spent ooooo 2 hours trying on everything I had. I think the lack of a strapless bra is starting to get to me. Suddenly I have no clothes, it's like I can NOT dress myself without that damn strapless bra.

So I gave in: I put clear straps on my falling apart strapless bra and went about with my day. BUT then the outfit turned on me. It didn't look right. NOTHING looked right. It's the horrible twin sister of the "I have nothing to wear". You see all these clothes and possible outfits you can put together but once on your body...well it's a mess. That dress looked great on me two days ago, what the hell is wrong with me? Dammit body stop messing with my head! I put said outfit on, but no I have a lopsided boob, my ass looks gigantic, my legs are horrible!! I become a mess. What did I do? I went pee and ignored the mirror.

So that was my day. I was attacked by the "I have nothing to wear" monster and by her evil twin sister the "Nothing looks right" monster. I beat them but it was a close thing. The corner of my bedroom looked like a good place to crumble into the fetal position and mumble strange things.