Have you ever looked at the ingredients of a Pop Tart? No, really. Here's the list, minus vitamins and artificial colors, which just clutter the place up:

Blueberry filling (corn syrup, dextrose, high fructose corn syrup, crackermeal, modified wheat starch, partially hydrogenated soybean oil, dried blueberries, dried grapes, dried apples, citric acid, natural and artificial blueberry flavors, caramel color, soy lechitin), enriched wheat flour, sugar, partially hydrogenated soybean oil, corn syrup, dextrose, high fructose corn syrup, salt, leavening (baking soda, sodium acid pyrophosphate, monocalcium phosphate, calcium sulfate) corn cereal, water, modified food starch, gelatin

Overheard conversation:

"I want Laura Croft life-sized. I'd be playing with a different controller."
"Yeah, 'Why isn't she moving?'"

I walk in the bathroom at work and see two sets of clothes—shirt, pants, bra—and I'm a bit nervous about what may be going on behind the next door.

The job isn't looking too promising, since I looked up the address and used Metro's trip planner to see the bussing potatoes. It's a three bus minimum, hour and a half trip.

In other news, however, there's an opening in billing as of today. There's no way they could turn me down for a billing job after I've been sorting and stamping their invoices for a year. (Just watch, there'll be a way.)

I'm working on those themed CDs again and I need suggestions for 'I hate my job' songs.

I send off so many reumes to companies in my desperate job search that I never remember who/what they are when I actually get a call back. I got a call today from Waste Management (yes I remember them only because of the name) possibly offering an interview, for a data entry job. So I'm trying to find this job again to see if it's going to be worth taking time off work for.

Andrew just dropped my laptop off so it's really tempting to start simultaneous games of Earth & Beyond and Civ III.

"Pull over, get coffee, have a conversation." – my bus driver to a car (I assume on a cell phone.)

My work computer died this morning, not so dramatically as Karla's with noise and smoke, but when I turned it on the display was a green blur in the middle of the screen. They replaced it with an orange one, but the display is squished vertically so there's an inch of space at the top and two on the bottom. I pointed this out to the tech guy who did the replacing and he said something along the lines of, "Good, if it's not stretched out it won't wear out."

I think I've just being blown off as a stupid user!

Kris, my old roommate and all the Web Goddess I've wanted to be, had/has a note on her web journal warning that reading it means being willing to deal with personal information like her boobs hurt. Occasionally I want to take her disclaimer so I can say with the same bluntness, my boobs hurt.

Fortunately, not right now. It's been one of the fun effects of going off the pill though, when I can't take off on a quick sprint or walk down stairs without pain and I almost start wishing I wore a bra.

I decided to try the birth control patch and I got a perhaps from my doctor at my recent be-poked with-a-stick exam. I was wearing the thing for all of a week when my period hit me with three days of cramps. I ripped it off Saturday night and threw it out in the middle of peeling potatoes.

Um.... well, it's back.

I had a lot of "it's back" speeches prepared over the months but now I just want to get it functional and back to normal before I lose another month or two. Selina's already noticed before I was ready—what, were you checking this every day or something?

The hardest part of getting my site back is admitting I've lost six months in there. I promised at the beginning that I was writing and when it was done the archives would be filled in like nothing had ever happened. Not only did I have to give up the writing over time, but a lot of stuff that I had written at the beginning is just being thrown out. It doesn't seem important looking back on it to anyone but me.

In the meantime: I still hate my job. I started therapy, stopped therapy, got diagnosed as bi-polar ii (it's like being crazy lite), and started lithium. I still hate my job. Andrew and I had our 'E' anniversary. My Stubby cat died. My dad came to visit for my birthday and I got a shiny new computer. Folklife festival, Bumbershoot, another busy insane summer. In a couple years this'll just be 'that summer I took off'. I just wish I could say it was intentional.