So at the start of yet another weekend I am going completely nuts because I can't find stuff. I am sure that it is in my desk at work, but that doesn't do me much good right now does it?

I am really frustrated and I am taking it out on myself.

I need to open a bottle of wine, turn on the vcr with the taped tv from last night and just let the day and its incredible frustrations go.

I had some plans for the night that I just didn't follow through on. Hunting Shrug. Taking pictures. Hell writing (not blogging...writing...I know there is a difference). Instead I watched a s.x and the city rerun (ok two), organized the Chanukah presents (again...this will also happen a couple more times until we all go to my Mom and Dad's house because all piled up they annoy me), looked for the missing stuff, cleaned the bathroom, spritzed myself with some new perfume (Eternity Moment if you must know...I kinda like it...but it certainly isn't Chanel No. 5), played with the pup, forgot to eat dinner, obcessed some more, tried to post a comment which hasn't shown up yet, organized cards, did laundry (towels), and now I am awake and still completely frustrated.

This is no way to go into the weekend.

Its First Friday (which is time for the monthly art walks around Denver) and there are a couple of shows I really wanted to go to, but again...the people that I have in the past been friends with are lame and kvetched that it was too cold or didn't answer their phones or said flat out "that sounds dumb".

Thus another level of complete and utter frustration for me.

I think also for the record, I officially am bored of Will and Grace. Every show is the same. Sad, really.