OR: Spending time in Texas is fun but may be hazardous to your health.

( Cast your mind back, far back into the distant past, two weeks ago today, when turkey was a hope for the future, and it wasn't nearly so cold. )

That's con and Austin (sort of.) The rest of the week perhaps tomorrow?

Subtitled: Dude, I have been a total bitch all month.

I have. I've been down and blue and irritable and snappish and generally no fun to be around, even for me, for absolutely no reason. Nothing hugely awful has happened, it's actually been an alright time, with games and live Eddie and Tim Curry, and a concert and stuff. And yet. I have been miserable. I think I know what it was.

WITHDRAWAL.

I stopped eating fried foods = I instantly became a lot less fun to know. Nothing else changed this month, and yet everything's clouded over. Don't know why or what chemicals this has affected in my brain, but it sure seems like it has. That's it. If I want that chicken biscuit tomorrow morning, it's on. Queso and chips? I'm not denying myself. The last couple weeks have not been pretty, people. I think this will fix it. If a Chuychanga can't solve the problem, I don't know what can.

Back from vacation. Back at work. Back doing my best at life. It's not so thrilling to sleep in your own bed for the first time in eight days and realize it's the most uncomfortable bed you've been in over the last week. Mattress pad, stat.

I've decided to upload the 116 vacation photos to flickr in 6-count batches. Like little mini-stories. First group is up.



Ain't she cute?

( Vacation rundown back here. )

I had a great week. Thanks to everyone who made it so wonderful! Y'all rock!

ooh. um. yum. just discovered why I loved the Phantom so much. he's Scottish, and was mostly raised in Ireland. two counts of oh my wow right there. apparently Mr. Butler is also in "Mrs. Brown," which I have and will rewatch tonight if the netflix have not arrived, so I can go be obsessed quietly at home and stop annoying y'all.

supervisor went home early with redrimmed eyes and the paltry eight loans that came in today have all been done, so... no more excuses.

What I did over my Christmas vacation:

( mercifully behind a cut: )

Seriously, folks. long and rambling and likely of no interest to anyone other than myself in a few months when I get all homesick and want to reminisce about all the good food I'm missing in Texas, because yes, food is minutely documented and joyfully celebrated in the above account. when will queso travel the tiny 1500 miles to Cali?