GAH!

Monday Update - Not ten minutes ago I made the decision to go for a walk on the treadmill instead of dealing with my frustration by tearing into some chocolate cake. After three minutes the stupid machine stopped and now refuses to work. I should have taken it as a sign.

There was a time in my life when I was someone who dealt better with these little frustrations in life. I would just roll happily from one crisis to the next with total confidence that I could think up some solution to whatever obstacle that was in my way.

These days everything just seems to get the better of me.

Refusing to give up, I went upstairs, put on my running shoes and realized that there were all kinds of places I could walk to and many of them involved me crossing a busy highway or raccoon filled ravine (is case I chose to take the easy way out). I didn't need me no stinkin' treadmill.

Then the rains began.

And I can hear the ice cream truck coming up the street. The tinkling sounds of 'Tiny Dancer' will torment me for the rest of the night.

Fuck You Monday