I have recurring dreams where I'm late to key moments in my life. I've had them since high school. I can't pick an outfit and meet a reunion with an ex. I get stuck in traffic and miss a date. I oversleep and miss an important test. (We've all had that dream.)
Life lately feels like those dreams. I feel like I've arrived in a place at the wrong time. Perhaps too early, but it feels like too late. I feel like I'm either too much or not enough. I feel comfortable, but not perfect.

sick... ew... feeling awful...

I've got a stomach bug. ew.... feeling awful, had to come home from work.
Hope I make a speedy recovery.

deglazing the pan, scraping the bottom to get up all the juicy bits

Thunder has been roaring through my little apartment for the last 30 minutes, and I just saw a huge bolt of lightning. It's wicked loud.
Nothing to do today, as I have zero friends of my own here yet. Sigh. Shoulda gone to C-bus to hang out with people. PJ's watching soccer with the boys.
I went shopping. Bought awesome jeans that make my ass look phenomenal... $7.97 at The Gap! Plus two skirts and a sweater.
Victoria's Secret's new IPEX bra is the best bra ever. I hate bras, and I try not to wear them whenever possible. I frequently free-breast it, probably more than I should. This one has no underwire, it doesn't itch and it gives great cleavage. I feel unnatural love for an undergarment.
Today I went to Bare Escentuals and bought Well-Rested and Rose Radiance. I hate makeup, but this stuff rocks. I can't wear foundation because I'm so pale, but this is light enough for even me.
I want to make something delicious for dinner. It's 4:23. That's the only thing I have to anticipate... today is dull.
Off to watch more of the British Office.