Boo

I have good things happening in my life. And things that make me ridiculously depressed.

Examples:

Guy took a two-hour nap today!
My upstairs neighbors let me use their dishwasher, saving me roughly an hour's worth of dish-washing after Wednesday's elaborate dinner cooked for eight people.
Josh is done with midterms and is now back to his regularly scheduled stressful life.

And the depressing stuff?
I've gained four pounds in two weeks. Instead of losing four, as I had hoped.
The car is broken. The key literally will not move in the ignition. And it's stuck in park facing in, so I'm not terribly hopeful about getting it towed. And fixing things costs money, just as we're starting to get our savings built up again.

I still have plenty of dishes to wash. I made strawberry-pineapple bread, and it turned out weird. My house is a mess. I need to do laundry, and give Guy a bath, and Josh and I had wanted to go to the temple tonight.

You'll never guess how much I feel like doing laundry, dishes, and cooking dinner.

Quote of the day: "You're about as romantic as a dead fish."

And no, it's not from a movie, it's from my life. I debated sharing that, but I think that's one of the reasons I'm feeling blue. Apparently, romance isn't my strong point.