Why?

Why did I just order pizza? I am not particularly hungry. More bored. Is that not the sickest thing ever? But it's okay. I love leftover pizza and maybe I'll want some later. Gotta be prepared... it may be time to seriously face the fact that I have an unhealthy obsession with eating.

Speaking of... who's up for Thanksgiving? :) A holiday devoted to food. Joy!

Why am I sick? N0t puke-sick thankfully. But the type where it hurts too swallow, talk, breathe, and your head is 35 pounds heavier than normal. So of course I called into work and their response was, "That's too bad. Come in anyway." Then I came in and worked like a dog. Tomorrow I am not going in. They can shove it. If they want me up at 6 am the day after Thanksgiving, they have to let me get healthy.

Why did Happy Feet have to be mediocre? As you may remember from past blog posts, I was obsessed with that movie. Why? Because #1 it was animated #2 It was about penguins and #3 the penguins tap danced. This is like my dream movie. I saw it on opening night and was stoked beyond belief, but it was only B- at best. So very crushed.

I really want to see the new Bond flick. Don't know why, usually think Bond movies are dumb with all the bad puns and male fantasy but I'm just in the mood for hot british men who blow stuff up.

Why can't I find something that inspires me? I went on a job interview in Fargo *(really need a job if I'm gonna move there)*. I was interviewing at a mental hospital. I thought it might be an okay place since I've considered counseling as a grad school option. Within two minutes there I was convinced I wouldn't make a good employee. They gave me a tour of the hospital. "This is solitary, we put people here who may be actively trying to kill themselves. We also have a chair with restraints." Um yeah.... which way is the exit? I think this is very important work but one experience strapping a suicidal person in a chair and I'd be reduced to tears in the corner.

Why can't I find my dream job?

Why can't I breathe out my nose?

Why can't professors just axe these last stupid filler papers and let me start on my final projects. I hate busy work.

Why do I have to wait until next Tuesday to see the fantastic conclusion of Veronica Mars? I LOVE THAT SHOW.

Why don't I just go to sleep. I'm tired and my head is heavy.... maybe just one piece of pizza :)