i just ate five samoas for breakfast. five samoas, for those who haven't had girl scout cookies in awhile, is 1/3 of a box of samoas. a serving size of samoas is two cookies.

the chances of me NOT eating all the cookies by the end of today are so, so so slim. it's a good thing girl scout cookies are kind of like cadbury creme eggs, and only come around every so often.

(sjubla, if i were in new york, i'd buy you a box of creme eggs and apologize profusely for ever mentioning jfk jr. though, in my defense, i think i was just passing along the comment from J as he wondered about it aloud.)

it feels like a quiet week, though it hasn't been, not entirely. tuesday night was - i was home alone till 10:30, reading, stoking a fire i'd started just to keep myself company, writing email, and trying not to get a little crazy when J got home later than expected. i knew he probably would - he's always trying to get more hours at work - but five hours alone in a log cabin in the woods can do odd things to a girl's head.

wednesday night we treated ourselves to sushi and finding neverland and a end-of-the-night drink and a few games of theatre of magic, the new (but old) pinball game at the horsehead. the movie was good, but not great, but i still found myself trying so hard not to cry at the end. i felt like if i started, i wouldn't stop; i felt like i was going to cry if J didn't scoot over in his seat and sit closer to me; i felt like if i thought for one second about anything that wasn't right on the screen, i was going to lose it completely. i was thinking irrational thoughts and my throat hurt. pms, the nearly-full moon, something, i don't know. but by the time we got home and curled up in bed, i felt better, like the hollow space had melted away or filled up.

i think all it took was J making me laugh. my mood soured again yesterday morning on the way to work, though, as i frustrated myself with a strange mental block about writing the story that was due yesterday. he worked for two hours and then we met up for coffee and sat in the sun reading the paper for an hour, which helped, as did the deadline for the story getting pushed back to monday.

(those samoas are calling to me from the desk drawer.)

and the ducks won last night. about damn time!

music and beer tonight. i wanted to go see the sing-along screening of "once more, with feeling," but i think i've been overruled. it must be bunnies.