Okay, kids. New workweek.

Okay, kids. New workweek. I’m going to TRY to pull myself up and out of this funk. I spent a few minutes this morning sitting in the cafeteria and basking in the sunshine that streamed through the windows. It’s been such a terribly sad time since I turned 30. Was my beautiful Walt Disney World vacation really less than a month ago? Where is the joy in my life?

Wt: No weigh-ins until Thursday.
Mood: Very sad
Work docket: Already did Ingle update, Static, and the Hand section. I’m waiting on one Hot Job ad. After that, I’ll work on the Bride and Groom section that surprisingly published two days early. I’ll probably get my headphones out of the car and listen to some music.
Lunch: I brought a Smart Ones meal today, but I may skip that and head to the mall. I saw a dress at the limited that’s very “Down with Love.”
Afternoon: I SHOULD go to the gym. I WANT to go to sleep.
Evening: I suppose I should redo kimberussell.com a bit. I should also do the laundry that I haven’t done since Mickey took ill.

Au naturel: I left my makeup home. All I have on today is what I could scrape up here in my ‘junk’ drawer — the barest amount of foundation from an almost-empty bottle and a swipe of mascara from an almost empty tube. Blistex too, but that doesn’t count.