I wish I could adequately explain this bizarre, 50-emotions-in-one-day mindset that I've had going for the last week-ish, but...can't. Obviously.

Anyway.
I had to take two design courses for my art minor.
The biggest perk of this requirement was that it showed me I have no interest/talent in design. Like, at all.
It's good to know what you're not good at, so you can cross it off the ol' list of Crap to Try.
Yes, I have one of these

I think my unsteady hands were the primary contributors to this shameful deficiency.
A lot of what we were assigned involved making these perfect, clean, straight lines.
Can't do it.
Lots of re-dos.

This definitely falls in the in the category of "Why are you torturing me with something I could do on a computer??"
I feel the same way about math.
Except more passionately so.
When I had to re-learn math for the GRE, this was a frequent frustration.
I get the need to understand the basics for daily functioning.
But I don't need to know how many apples Susie will have when Fred has 5 oranges.
I do not plan on going into the produce industry.
Also, I could count. Or ask.
I'd hope the grocery would have some sort of inventory system developed and not have to ask such questions.

I have a computer. And a phone that's almost a computer. And calculators on both. And a walking-Encyclopedia boyfriend who probably already knows the standard apples-to-oranges ratio utilized by the average market. Even if I didn't ask, he'd tell me anyway.


I am feeling much better now.
I threw up water this morning. Which is way TMI.
Water is the most pleasant thing to barf up. Hardly noticeable.



So my vay-cay is obviously canceled.

During one of the countless crazy-person mood swings, I got incredibly emotional about this.
But then Pretty reminded me that it's still going to be a long weekend.
And I was stunned.
Because this hadn't yet occurred to me.
So we might do something.
And I am feeling incredibly positive about this.

...The.End.