Grumble grumble

Another work week vanquished, hurrah! Tim and I both feel like we just need to recover this weekend: sleep well, eat well, exercise, clean the apartment, hang with the hams. I have had a thoughtful week, in that I have been spending a lot of time gazing out the train window trying to identify my goals while listening to inspirational music. This week it's been the Dixie Chicks. Every couple of years I have a small crisis regarding my life direction. What do I really want, where do I really want to be, yadda yadda. I have no solid answers as of yet and have responded to the crisis by trying to present myself a bit better, in the hopes that my efforts would make me feel better. To wit, I have worn eyeshadow and liner every day--with red lippy-- and have been bringing pieces out of my jewel box that I haven’t worn in a while. Today’s arm candy: a blue plastic chain link bracelet with a seahorse charm.
I may stop in Fillmore St on my way home and check out the shops. I need a winter jacket. I found this adorable one at H & M a couple of weeks ago--grey with a little belt and just the right length, but not in my size. Of course.
The worst thing is I have not written a bean. In, uh, about six weeks.