So far, summer looks a lot like this. In fact, I've had to make a deal with myself that from now on I will only go over to my sister's when I get out of work a bit early and the sun still is over the trees, because otherwise I would just go over every day and that means nothing happens at home and my cats get very unhappy about us being gone. So I've been very good with myself since Sunday but maybe Friday will be a good pool day. Anyone in the area interested in joining sometime soon?

I got very emotional this afternoon. I actually was BROUGHT TO TEARS by a review of that new Pixar movie Wall-E. TO TEARS, PEOPLE. And not even like, a single tear rolling down my cheek. I had to get tissues and blow my nose and everything. IT WAS ONLY THE REVIEW. Geesh.

There is probably a little something to the idea that I might be experiencing a little post-wedding blues, just insofar as before I had projects that were fun all the time. Now I just have the fucking kitchen and I have to clean the house which with four cats and a messy husband is just a never never ending proposition. I mean, I am really messy too, but pretty much only with my clothes and shoes. Which is MESSY but not DIRTY, you see. On the other hand, I opened a box in the kitchen which David had packed some dishes and stuff in when we tore out the cabinets. And they were all DIRTY. Why, I ask? Now I just have some old cakey nasty dishes to clean, as though installing a new kitchen and putting away my own pile of clothes isn't enough. On the other hand, he's really awesome about cleaning the litter boxes and doing stuff outside, which I forget about these days. Really, we're as bad as each other, but in different ways. It's just that MY ways don't baffle me. I've lived with them my whole life. Meh, such is partnership and marriage, I suppose.

Now it is 12:30am and I should really be in bed, but I was so tired when I came home from work that I fell asleep accidentally on the couch for almost 2 hours and now am not as sleepy as I should be. I'm having a glass of wine in hopes that will help.

I'm moving on in my on-going project to weed morally questionable and otherwise worrisome things out of my diet. Next: Diet Coke and bacon. Bacon is delicious, but I don't have it often enough for it to be difficult to give up, and I'm taking the meat purge one step at a time. But for the past three months or so, I've gotten in the habit of a DC or two in the mornings at work. The aspartame is nothing I want in my body, though. So I'm switching to iced coffee to see how that works. I am pretty sensitive to caffeine but as long as I don't drink it after lunch I'm cool. I don't know why I like that DC so much in the morning. I'm happy to not drink it in the evenings or on weekends, but that fizzy caffeine hitting me first thing totally wakes me up at work. Hrm.

We booked our tickets to go to San Francisco in August for my friend Danielle's wedding. Also we were both waaaaay overdue to visit friends there, so we decided to make a trip of it. But I have to say, this is a killer year for weddings. I still have TWO MORE. And they aren't local. I think one is going to have to go, which I hate, but trying to do them all in a year that we also spent money on our OWN wedding is tough; really tough. And it looks like we – well, really, ME – won't be able to do my annual Amsterdam visit. Heartbreaking. We had hoped to have a wedding party there too, since only a couple friends were able to come to the real wedding, but time and money and weak dollar have conspired against us. I suggested to David we do it as a one-year anniversary thing, but we'll see. In the meantime, I want to cry thinking I won't see Anita, Johan, Rene/Mirielle/baby, Karen, Pam, and company this year, but what can you do? I guess we did get to see Sara in Switzerland this past spring, though, so it was a trade-off. I would have been sad to go another year without seeing her too if we hadn't.

WHEN will I win the lottery?

Does anyone else like Ricky Gervais's show Extras? I just love this show. We got all three seasons and watched them straight through. I wept through the last one. WEPT.

Jesus, what the fuck is up with me? Honestly, I'm really happy. Apparently just very emotional. Perhaps I should only watch action-adventure for now, and avoid movie reviews unless they are for The Love Guru.