If you heard loud squealing coming from the midwest, it was most like Miss Lucy and Miss Laci gleefully discovering that Panic at the Disco and Fall Out Boy are touring together. They’re probably still having spontaneous orgasms over the news. It prompted a rare middle-of-the-day phone call from Miss Lucy, as she couldn’t wait to tell me that she and Laci were inviting themselves to spend the night at my apartment since the concert date that works best for them is in my city. Although I don’t know the difference between the two bands, I will have to learn, since I am going to the concert too. And yes, the patheticness of that last sentence makes me want to weep.

It was one of “those” days. It started at 3:07 a.m. when I woke up and realized the building’s fire alarm was going off. Mr. Man was next to me in bed and just stared at me with his wide kitty eyes. I put on a sweater and looked out the window … some hardy tenants were outside but hell if I was going to go out in subzero temps unless I saw flames shooting out of the building. The fire station is literally like 3 blocks from my building so they were there quickly — as usual, at least four full-size trucks with the big ladders and assorted other vehicles, like the SUV. WTF does the fire department need a Baywatch-like SUV? Anyway, after 10 minutes or so, the trucks started leaving so I went back to bed. The alarm went off for 25 minutes until someone finally shut it down … and I was up until 4:30 or so. Yay.

I just felt totally inept at work today. I couldn’t do anything right. I got bitched out over a course even though what I had to add made no sense. I was in no mood to argue (imagine that lol). Then I got so frustrated, I got all teary at my desk. Miss Sodapop usually gets the whiny e-mails from me during the day since she works at home and seems to be the quickest to respond. Aren’t you glad, Soda? She gave me a pep talk and I calmed down.

Tonight I had an appointment at the beauty college for a facial and sea salt glow (like a massage but with sea salt to exfoliate). The facial was a bitch because I have some cystic acne on my jawline (thank you, stress and hormones) that the instructor tried her damndest to get out. She didn’t get it all and I’ll stop back in for another extraction once this heals up. The rest of my skin is so clear, it’s crazy that I get these cysts. I had a fuckton of them when I was getting divorced — to the point where even my brother noticed and said something, which, of course, made me burst into tears. Like, oh God, I’m so hideous even my BROTHER knows it! LOL. Anyway, aside from the tear-inducing extractions, it was a delight … I hold so much tension in my shoulders and it’s all gone. Ahhhhhhh.