Last night, my boy was on a plane to California. I will, admit, I was a little bit scared, but I didn't say anything to him, because since it was his first time on a plane, I didn't want to transmit my stress onto him. Yes, I am indeed afraid of flying. I'm not necessarily afraid of heights, or travelling, I'm more or less afraid that you're suspended 36 000 fucking feet in the air carried by a man-made contraption that can at any time succumb whimsically to whoever is in charge, or just through the miracles of science where something freaky happens like ice on the wings, or high winds or storms and in an instant the plane goes down and there's no way to escape. But mechanical failure and human error scares me more than mother nature.

I know people get on planes all the time, and the chances of you getting into a plane crash are incredibly slim, like less than winning the lottery slim, but what if me, or someone else I love, gets to be the winner of those odds. It's funny. People around me at work are travelling all the time. But I only worry when it's someone that I'm closed to is involved.

My worries are thankfully unfounded. The dude made it to LA alright, despite some odd delays. I'm now hoping he made it to his hotel in Anaheim. Today, he gets to wear a suit and look all pretty for NAMM (a big music gear convention, I know nothing of such things), then go partying afterwards, so yeah I'm pretty proud of him.

I’ll see you in Zul’jin. Or Elune (horde). Yikes.

I’ve returned, victorious from the battle, and I’ve brought back a sammich.

I took these pics just an hour ago. My hands need serious moisturizing, and though I have not totally reorganized the kitchen, at the least things aren’t being stored on the floor any longer.

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Hello folks. I’m about to post to my journal something few people are permitted to see. And if they do see it, it’s followed by profused apologizing, prostrating and excuse giving.

This is my kitchen.

Not for the faint of heart…
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Yesterday, the boy decided to go ahead and buy the 40″ Samsung LCD he's been looking at for awhile. It was on sale at Best Buy so off we adventured and hauled back his prize. While he was taking care of that, I checked out the nearby Designer Depot for a bit of my own retail therapy. My personal haul was a pretty new sweater for $20 and a pair of denim capris for $40 as well as some jewellry. The shopping excursion depressed me a bit. I had time to try on a pair of Mavi 'skinny' jeans, in a size I knew was about a size larger than what I normally wore… and they still didn't fit me.

After a small juvenile bout of self deprecation about my thickening middle, I decided that maybe it's time I went back to the gym.

So of course, there goes my diet, and my budget. I haven't yet indulged in caffeine or alcohol, but sugar managed to creep it's way in in the form of desserts and candies. It's funny that sometimes realizing you're gaining weight makes you actually want to eat more crap. I haven't indulged too much, but it's back in my system, in the form of maraschino cherry filled chocolates and truffles from Laura Secord. Fortunately for me, i'm in PMS mode now, so I'm not going to stress out too much about it. I'm blaming it on the pre-menstrual bloat, and I'm okay with that.