Snippets.

I had the weirdest dreams ever last night. Er, this morning while I kept hitting snooze. They were seriously crazy, and I woke up feeling very strange and out of sorts. I wish I could remember more than vague snippets and the feeling I woke up with.

I love my clinic. (I was going to write doctors office, but I didn't know if it should be doctors or doctor's or doctors' and after a good 45 seconds of debating, I erased it and went with clinic. And then told you all about my dilemma anyway.) You can always get an appointment that day if you really need one and you call in the morning. I scheduled my physical a week and a half ago, and had it today, with my regular doctor. I never have to plan months ahead to try to get in for an appointment. And I was only in the waiting room for about a minute before they called my name. My Dr-Lady is very nice and sweet, and we talked about the fact that I did not move to Arizona as planned and that my wedding was called off and she asked how I was coping, and she always encourages me to call her office anytime I might have a question or concern or anything, and her hair is adorable. She's very gentle with the lady-part-invading, and I've just been very pleased with her. Even though I have stubborn veins and they had to call in someone special from the lab to take my blood, and even though they keep telling me I'm only 64 inches even though I always say I'm 5'5", I really just love my clinic.

The last time they did blood tests, I had high cholesterol. Was it a fluke? Is it genetics? Was I just eating far, far too much McDonald's? We'll know in a couple of days, because they've stolen my blood for testing again. I hope I pass this time. I've really been trying.

Speaking of McDonald's, I've once again given it up for Lent. And bacon.

I like to eat Subway at the airport if I have a lot of downtime between flights. I usually get a BLT. What will I get at Subway for the next month and a half? And how will I survive the fact that the bar I sit at faces McDonald's?!

Why do I even love McDonald's so much, anyway? One of these days, I'll finally realize how disgusting it is and give it up for good. One of these days.

I'm either very brave or exceedingly stupid. This thought occurred to me earlier, as I drove through the inches of new and still-falling snow just to satisfy my NEED to shop. More recently, it occurred to me that this statement is valid in more than one area of my life.

I mean, look at my job. I'll wait. ............ Seriously, I must be crazy! Who subjects themselves to being thrown into the air with 50 other people in a tiny metal tube over and over and over again? Who does that?!

I do love it, though.

Also, I did a very good job at satisfying my shopping craving for the next couple of months. It's been months (since April or May) since I bought a new pair of jeans. I've gotten some sweaters, but really, I just really wanted to wander around a store for awhile. I tried earlier today, but the snow scared me into going home. But this evening, when I was pretty confident the plows were going through, and visibility had vastly improved, I tried again. What can I say, I'm a trooper. I meant to hang out with my cat, actually, but I stopped at Kohl's, and got stuck there for HOURS browsing and trying things on. Then I went to Target, the one right by my sister's house, and thus right by my cat. But then I came home. I still miss my little furball. But I guess I'll have to wait a few more days to see her.

Anyway, I think my point was, I bought two pairs of jeans, four sweaters, the awesomest headband ever, five pairs of socks, a pair of underwear, a magazine, some just-add-water foodstuffs, a season of Friends, and maybe even some other things I'm forgetting, for under a hundred bucks. God I'm the best bargain shopper ever.

I have to leave my house at 5.30 in the morning. I guess I should probably go to bed.