Confession
I'm embarassed to admit this, but I have no clue how to play Ms.PacMan. You'd think it'll be easiest thing, but I was trying it out on the phone last night and the "ghosts" kept killing me.
There's so many emotional things going on right now, and I wish I could vent on here about them ... but my brain's just wasted. I feel like everyday I'm tossed into a huge laundry machine and getting my arse kicked.
As I'm writing this, I realized that every time I stop by Tully's or Starbucks, I get the venti crap of the day and I never finish it... I just get it because it's the one time of the day that I actually say something that's "Italian". Italy's been on my mind greatly. I told Nick this morning that one of us has to win the lottery and go buy a villa in the Tuscan countryside.