I'm not sure what an appropriate title would be ...

Holy moly! I'm in a bad mood. Heather and I got in a little tiff about how she didn't turn off the TV even though she turned off the cable box* and it pissed me off. Seriously. It annoys me that she always thinks she's right. Not that I don't often believe that I'm always right, but I think I'm slightly more willing to admit to being wrong. Once in a while. Geez, I can hear ebarnon snickering from here. Shut it, buddy. Just, shut it.

For some unknown reason Cole decided that he had to clean his toy closet RIGHT NOW. And by right now I mean he's pulled out half the closet and has it spread across the hallway RIGHT NOW. Joy. Now I get to clean it up.

I haven't packed yet. malkovich03 and I decided that we'd be leaving around 9 tomorrow morning for Lake Tahoe. I have time. Right. I'm taking my long, black, Mandrin-inspired dress for the awards ceremony. I'll try to remember to have someone take a picture. It's a very pretty dress.

I feel fat today. My favorite jeans are starting to fall apart .... Boo!

Mal and I have to stop at a party store before leaving because I need to buy a 70's outfit for the karaoke. Ye, Gods! I'm going to sing in public! Hold me. I'm scared.

I'm still in a bad mood, but I watched the season finale of Veronica Mars last night on UPN and it was freaking awesome! Oh, how I love my Veronica. I'm seriously excited for the next season.

I'm going to miss my baby when I'm gone.

I'll catch the rest of you on the flip side! Because I'm not sure if I'm going to have time to journal tomorrow before leaving. Tahoe, here we come!

*I can hear the TV when it's on even when the TV isn't on-on. You know. I can hear it. It makes a noise. No, I'm not OCD at all.

PS - Maybe this icon will shake me out of my funk.