THAT'S THAT

"Vacation" was just okay. We didn't do anything in general, but I now know that my Everest ride limit is 5 times in a row before my brain gets all floaty. B also introduced me to the lovely 20oz Aruba Red beer at Bahama Breeze. For the low, low price of $3, you get a nice beer buzz and can listen to some kickin' steel drum music and watch the sun go down. (Cheap beer buzz courtesy of half of the proceeds from another embroidery sale - thanks T! - it's nice to feel human again and go out to a bar and try and have fun.) I also helped polish off the remainder of a pan of brownies in one sitting yesterday, so I guess vacation was a success.

It's hard when you now live where you used to vacation ALL. THE. TIME. It never really feels like a vacation. Maybe I'm just in the mood for a road trip. I kinda miss driving, like back home. Really driving, not just commuting. I miss the mountains, too.

Anyway. I'm still feeling out of sorts. Trying to get back in the swing of things today, as I forced myself not to do anything creative for the duration of B's time off. (Which I stuck to except for the hour I spent laying out patterns for the new tank tops for the store. So sue me, I got a little excited.) It may have actually worked, 'cause I'm jonesin' to get my studio set back up again and get some projects done. I'm giving myself the weekend to get everything settled sewing-wise and then I'm going to go apply to some area stores on Monday. Aack...retail.

At this point, I'm pretty exausted with the job search/ rejection circus and all I really want now is a paycheck. I'm tired of getting calls 3 times a day from the school loan people. It kills me a little each time I hear my phone ring.