Going forth with that invigorating concept from Dr. Joe in yesterday's post, I figured I would simply ooze radiance and calmness today.  It worked so well until ...(hangs head in defeat)....Boss started emailing with *stuff* whilst I was already clickety clacking away on numerical *stuff*.  This Sporadic Type A stuff does well for my monthly stats though.  It only shaves off about two hundred needed heartbeats a day.  

I drove to work listening to Lifehouse.  It was a Lifehouse morning, savoring May 3rd many moons ago.  A day of radiance and a pretty busy work day at Lincoln Center.  There were so many private glances...delicious steady jolts of eye contact.  A game of Girl Shy on the the subway.  Eventually an escape from work with my wonderful prize and stolen kisses as we ran out of sight.  

Today was technically nothing like that.  The closest I would have gotten would have been to run out of sight.  

I've made the small commitment in my head.  Or to Lifehouse.  We'll see when I get there.  Cryptic much?

My sink still looks like the victim of a teenage kegger gone binge.  The water seems to be going down slower and slower every day that I wait for the Creepy wrapped up in Nice, Plumber.  Monday it seems will be the day that the plumber, probably followed by the New York Times will be here, swabbing out the sink for new life forms and plastering my face in a split photo with full color sink exposure next to it.  No one will read the story...just look at photos.  I will forever be the Gross Sink Girl.  

Naturally I have The Big Bang Theory on.  Penny slipped in the tub and it's a wonderful episode to quench the thirst for those of us who always hoped for a little sexual tension between her and Sheldon.  I truly do not understand how Leonard is the stud that not only gets to date Penny on the show, but manages to mate with many women.  Sheldon is most definitely the closest to asexual that you can get, but it would just make my week to have one tiny little thing occur between Sheldon and Penny.

I notice that I also seem to have a talent of finding the apartments that have the most inexplicable, noisy kitchens at night.  I'm not far away and if I walk in there and flip a light on, all the toys stop moving.  

Here's to goals, miracles and Lifehouse.