Ten Things I've done in Ten Days

1. Turned 30 and survived without so much as hint of female pattern baldness.

2. Looked on, completely horrified, as Huxley ate cat poop.

3. Stopped him from going back for more.

4. Spent an obsessive amount of time trying to track down the source of the nasty cat pee smell in my house. After a good hour or two, I deduced it was the litter box. And only the litter box. My nose hurts from trying to sniff out the source. Will dismantle and disinfect electronic litter box tomorrow. Decided just to smoke and open windows in the meantime.

5. Overslept for a networking meeting at 7 a.m. this morning. No idea why I even bothered to sign up. Rule No. 1: Know your limitations.

6. Made this list.

7. Wore brown flip flops with black sweater. Movie theaters are dark. And I've clearly given up on myself.

8. Fired a client for the first time ever.

9. Decided that it won't be obvious that the lawn needs to be mowed until after I move out in two weeks.

10. Curled my hair like it was 1998. see No. 1.

And the winner is....

Well, I have about 22 minutes left of smoking. And, it looks like I'm not really going to quit. The probable ulcer and the job stress and the sky stress and the fact that I really, really like it makes quitting a nay. So, pay each other appropriately.

Thirty sucks. Today sucked especially. I had a hearing in the Magic City and I was worried about getting shot in the face for at least part of the time. Managed to make it out safely.

HLC and Tiki planned a great event for me on Saturday. We went to the casino. And I threw up all over the lobby. And I wasn't even drunk. Think it has to do with a whiskey coke and the probable ulcer. It was awesome. Here's how it went.

Sour Girl excuses herself from the black jack table and walks to nearest bathroom.

Nearest bathroom closed for cleaning.

Sour Girl walks to lobby to next nearest bathroom.

Sour Girl starts to gag and covers mouth with hand.

Sour Girl projectile vomits all over floor. In front of at least 10 people.

Sour Girl walks to front desk.

SG: "Yeah, I just threw up. And I'm really sorry. You might want to call someone to clean that up."

Front Desk Guy: [total look of disgust]. "You need to tell housekeeping."

SG: "Yeah, right. Normally, that's what I would do but, see, I have to go throw up again." [walks off to bathroom with hand over mouth again and barely makes it to the toilet.]

After about 20 minutes in the bathroom, I managed to stop throwing up, clean most of the puke off of myself and my clothes, flip my tank from front to back (so the wet spot wouldn't show out the front of my cardigan) and find my friends to join them in the limo for the ride home.

So, I was totally awesome. In a completely different way. Aside from the puking, though, it seems as though a fun time was had by all. Birthday girl, included.

I need less stress. Really.