Blah. My hormones have finally gotten back to their usual state after the birth of my child and I feel that all-too-familiar psycho-ness creeping back up on me. That along with a new home, new cubicle, too many classes, sinus pressure, and financial uncertainty make me want to crawl in a hole. That, and I saw something today I shouldn't have gone snooping for. = (

Tomorrow I must get up early, go for a jog, take my vitamins and fish oil, and put on that fake-it-till-you-make-it ensemble.

Now I must go lie in bed and think about too many things that keep me awake. I just want a perfect life. A beautiful home with beautiful plants inside and a beautiful garden outside, zen-like perfection, earl grey tea, chardonnay, a large reading lounge, an espresso machine, wall-size tapestries, a memory-foam bed, exotic music, a body half my age, gourmet organic delights, and riveting non-fiction movies and books. Did I mention a Latin lover? haha...just kidding...