The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

O hai thar Delilah. I'm back.

I don't know that I'm doing 100% better. The job situation still hasn't improved (though I've gotten two raises, one cost-of-living and one performance-based), and, consequently, neither has the financial situation (though I'm not doing as badly as I could be, given the circumstances). I'm still in therapy (big surprise, I obviously have some issues to work through). Mom still hasn't got a job, and that weighs on us. (She was up for a job, made it to the second-interview round, and was in the hiring company's top three candidates…and they picked someone else. Well, I wish them joy of their vastly inferior employee.)

On the other hand: I've lost some weight (part one in a bazillion-part series), am generally eating better most of the time (I really fell off the wagon this week, though), and am exercising more regularly. I'm less socially isolated than I had been. (I am so bad at meeting people in real life. SO BAD. Trufax.) I'm still getting interviews, so obviously I'm doing something right. And damn it, I miss my friends.

Events of the past two months behind the jump, if anybody cares. ( Shit no one cares about! )

In conclusion: back now. Hi.

I really should get off my ass and go out pounding the pavement. But you know, I did that yesterday and I'd like some time off for today, especially since I'm off tomorrow and I'm probably going to be too busy during the rest of the week. I would like to figure out some way to stave off the guilt later on, though.

It's been more or less grey and gloomy; on the plus side, the irises are starting to bloom, so the backyard is a vast expanse of green with dots of red and purple here and there (the tulips are up as well, and I think so are the hyacinths, but they may be starting to wilt).

We've been cooking more, which is one of the better consequences of recent events, and about the only thing that doesn't ttly suck ass. The lolmom's making rye bread; we're having zucchini quiche for dinner tonight, and last night we had SHELLS STUFFED WITH SPINACH AND CHEESE FUCK YES. This is fair enough since we're probably living on leftovers for the rest of this week.

H wrote and showered me with some of his insecurities, which I guess is fair enough. I'm constantly being told that not many people are like me.

(imperfectkatoru): Sorry about the other night. I'd forgotten that AIM was set up to turn on automatically when one logs on the Int0rbuttz, so didn't tell Mom, which is what happened there.)

Also, congratulations to dethorats! You're a REAL adult now! XD

I am kind of in a chatty mood lately, or at least a little more prosocial than I usually am, so maybe there will be some LJ posts that aren't goddamn Twitter entries. Also, I may be more with the social networking and interaction and whatnot. (This inevitably leads into my apologizing to everybody I've got friended on my neglected Goodreads account, because TTL BOOKSPAM BBY.) We'll see. I've had a powerful RP itch lately.

1.) Happy belated birthday to angeljuggalette. Sorry, Char -- I knew something important happened on Sunday, but I was off work and faintly groggy, so I couldn't put my finger on what. Duhuhh. >_<

2.) Feeling somewhat better since the last post; it would help if I knew what was going to happen so I knew which direction to take, but I don't expect anything for another couple of weeks. (augustuscaesar, who can read my thoughts directly, is requested to not spill them to the Int0rwebz at large.)

3.) I promise to break the cycle of being bad at memes and hop on the one that both Tara and dethorats inflicted on me, but it will take a while if you want to read anything that makes sense.

4.) Because it has been brought to my attention that my journal occasionally makes people hungry, I thought I would torment the people in question further--we had the lazy man's gourmet on Sun. night. Basically: break out a slab of frozen salmon, sprinkle it with kosher salt and dill, and stick it in the oven for about 20-25 minutes. Nuke microwavable baked potatoes for about 14 minutes. Nuke frozen green beans almandine for 5. Given the half-assed nature of preparation, the results are delicious and v. respectable. Nomnomnom. :9

5.) Books, I has them. I am incapable of exercising restraint when I see printed matter. This is how I a.) overdid it at the University library last week and b.) dropped $61 at the Book Rack. It's a good thing I didn't visit the used-scholarly-texts bookstore.

6.) The pavement, I must go pound it.