X-Mas list.

Free comp upgrade to an Athalon 600Mhz.

Hugeormous hard drive.

A blender.

A crock pot.

That Queen sized wrought iron canopy bed at Meyer & Frank with that emerald satin and chenile sheet set from Victoria's Secret.

A vcr.

Fireplace screens/tools.

A gift certificate to Meyer & Frank and/or Victoria's Secret for some clothes.

A pots/pans set.

A knife set.

An electric mixer.

A future, inclusive of the following:
a husband who I love
a house with a yard and plum trees and blueberry bushes
a dog (that the husband can play with)
and a job that I find fulfilling.

Tomorrow...

He'll get in touch tomorrow. If he cares how I feel, I'll get a call or an e-mail tomorrow. He has my number attached to the inside of his wallet. There are no excuses. He will let me know how the surgery went tomorrow. He will.

Won't he?

(no subject)

Studies have found that there is a hormonal link to sex drive found in fat cells, making overweight people better and more enthusiastic lovers.

I knew there had to be an explanation for my superior abilities.

smoking

Alright, I am officially not smoking tomorrow. I don't know if I'm ready to quit yet, we'll see, but I have got to take a break so that the habit can shrink back to sane proportions. Chain smoking is making me feel like crap. I know I need to quit. Just... it's hard. Maybe if I try to quit, Michael will quit too...