Challenging day...

I'm having a rather challenging day.

Not much sleep.

I spent the first couple hours I was awake laying on my couch, and praying. I also spent the first couple hours I was awake working not to toss my cookies.

Mice.

(does anyone know how to arm a mousetrap? the diagrams are less than helpful.)

lack of sleep and mice means that I bought groceries I don't actually need. Like balsamic vinegar. who knew that I bought a bottle of that the last time shopped? (good thing it keeps).

My emotions are all over the place.

I'm trying favorite methods of self-medicating. Except my all-time favorite method (sugar - particularly in chocolate or cake form) isn't available.

So, I went to a bookstore. This time I made it out easy. Only $30, and two titles. One on pilgrimage. One on miracles. Because I could use a few miracles, and know some people who could use some too. And because I know someone who is currently walking the pilgrimage in Spain the other book is about (and it has a foreword and endorsement from Eugene Peterson), and I'm fascinated by pilgrimage.

I'm eating one of my grandma's homemade hot-crossed buns (minus the icing cross). They taste best toasted, with butter (or occasionally cheese) melted on them.

Eventually I'll curl up and write really honestly in a journal.

But for now, a bottle of water, and episode of M*A*S*H* (another favorite form of emotional release for me). Maybe a book, or a bit of a computer game.

Errands with my mom this afternoon.

Rascal Flatts concert with my brothers tonight. I need to laugh. Rascal Flatts put on a great show - and I laughed until my stomach hurt last time. I'm glad for the chance to hang with my brothers.

Twisted Sense of Humor

Okay, here's the deal... if you get offended easily by sexual humor, or crude language, you shouldn't go to this e-card site. But I'm in a twisted sort of mood today, and needing to laugh at something ridiculous and cynical, because if I don't laugh, I'll cry. So, if you have a slightly twisted sense of humor, then you might enjoy being able to send e-cards with captions such as these:

For Friendship:

• You'd merit very kind words in my suicide note.
• Let's agree to disagree and quietly resent each other.
• Please be my excuse for not showing up to something.
• I love it when you tell a story 368 times
• We hate all the same people
• I couldn't get through Mondays without knowing you're equally miserable

For Lent or Easter:

• I hope your 40 days of shame, penitence and self-denial are going well
• Lent is when I determine which addictions I still have some control over
• Adorable candy will help distract us from the astounding horror of a man being nailed to a cross

Thinking of You

• If you really loved me, you would say it on my facebook wall
• I love you like a cannibal loves human flesh
• I'm glad you recognize how terrible your life would be without me

Workplace

• We've decided to change the name of this department in order to fix all its problems
• I'm intrigued by your cubicle knick-knacks
• Our health plan covers half the therapy sessions I need, so plan on me being half-insane
• I love pretending I have the courage to quit my job
• It's my meeting and I'll cry if I want to
  

Awake? and mice?

I'm awake.

After approximately 3 hours of sleep.

Does that even count as enough to be called a "night's sleep"?

Does that even count as awake?

I'm sitting and praying, and hoping to fall back to sleep on my couch.

Also. I have mice. Or at least a mouse. In my house. (bad rhyme - did I mention I only got three hours of sleep?)

I was sitting in my chair in the corner of my bedroom last night, when I noticed movement in my closet. The third time I saw it, there was a mouse attached.

I'm really excited to find myself living somewhere with rodents.

25 years in Calgary, and we've only ever had one mouse (and that was in the garage). Now, I have one in my closet. Fantastic.

As soon as it's not 7:30 am any more, I'll be phoning my dad and asking for mouse traps.

I'm not really any better with dead rodents than live ones.

My roommate - who grew up in Africa and is a bit more used to creepy-crawly things is leaving any minute for a week long road trip.

Which means I get to deal with the mice issue all by myself.