Late Nights

Today, I got my eyes dilated at the optometrist. I love my optometrist. I started seeing him during his first year at the practice almost ten years ago. (For the record, I still have 20/20 vision.) I see him because, in the event my eyes fail me, he can heal me. That's what doctors do, right? I like to take preventative measures...when it's convenient.

Anyway, after today's stressful day at the office (and super tired eyes), I fell asleep on the sofa for a little "after work" nap. An hour and a half later, I decided it was time to a avoid the inevitable and take Sophie on a walk. Minna came over. We talked. She went home. I caught up on the new TV shows for fall onTuesdays (which are amazing! More on my reviews later). I also just scored my best time in solitaire. And in other news, the new iPhone update has left me without the ability to respond to emails on my phone. Sort of tragic. Sort of a blessing. I really need to create better sleeping habits! It's on my to do list...

One of Those Days

I'm usually a pretty happy person, but today I've had one of those days.  Things just felt a little "off" all day.  Everyone annoyed me.  Everything annoyed me.  My photo shoot turned out beautifully, but I was annoyed that my photographer didn't want to break for lunch when I did.  Um, have you ever heard of the term hangry?  Because that's how I get when I don't eat on a normal schedule.  My blood sugar drops...and so does my mood. 

I almost didn't take Sophie on a walk after work because I was just pissed.  Then, I bit my lip...for probably the third time this week.  Seriously?  What is wrong with me?  Maybe I should go to the orthodontist and have them check out my bite.  I've also been thinking I should get my retainer replaced soon - it's starting to crack and if I have to go a night without it, I'm sure I'll have a mental breakdown.  That thing is a huge comfort for me.  Probably because I had braces in college and don't want to go through the process again.  I look young enough without braces...they knock off at least five years...and I would really love it if people would look at me and assume I'm at least 20.

I'm feeling rejected a lot lately which is something I can handle in small doses (thanks, dad, for that), but it's been more difficult to handle lately.  Maybe I just need a hug from my mom.  That usually does the trick.  I was supposed to call her tonight, but I was feeling crabby and didn't want to take it out on her.  She's not the problem...

Maybe a picture of cute Sophie will help things.

Sophie smiles.  This is proof.