Five Minutes Inside My Head, Or Stream-Of-Consciousness

This is one hell of a blog, if I say so myself. (Sarcastic smirk as I diss myself with great aplomb.) I think three blogs may be too much for me to handle...might have to stick with just two. Although, it might be cool to have a blog that I don't share with my husband. Just me...only me...all the time. That really appeals to my self-involved side. Per Delta's website, my husband's flight has just taken off from Salt Lake City and he is now somewhere en route to OKC. This has been a strange week...while he was off galavanting at his fabulously interesting tax conference in Boise, I'm left here to spend the entire fucking week alone (well, with my dogs). This is the longest we've been apart in nine years, if you can believe that. I miss him so much. I'm practically counting the minutes until I can leave for the airport to get him. Since I'm channeling Margot Tenenbaum today, I made a big sign that reads, "Stand up straight...let me get a look at you." (If anyone else out there has seen The Royal Tenenbaums as much as I have, you'll recall the scene where Margot picks Richie up at the pier.) Some people are Star Wars addicts, I'm a Tenenbaum addict. Takes all kinds. Different strokes for different strokes. I'm very relieved that I didn't get murdered this week. I left the porch light on all night, every night. I just heard about a bomb threat on a Southwest airline. Between that and the plane crash in Toronto a few days ago, this has been a week where I am NOT watching the news. I did, however, just catch up on the last couple of Six Feet Under episodes. I can't believe Nate died. Just when I think I'm too cynical to cry at a T.V. show. I've been blogging like a real motherfucker this week. So much writing, most of it done just to pass the time...like now. About one more hour until I can leave for the airport. I'm going to go have a cigarette now. I hear thunder. If you know me, you'll appreciate the randomness that is me. If you don't know me, you probably think I'm schizophrenic. You would be incorrect...I'm actually a self-diagnosed bipolar with narcissistic personality disorder, histrionic personality disorder and a dash of anxiety disorder for good measure. Oh...and don't forget the addictive personality. Glad we got that out of the way. Peace out.