stephinextremis' fault. I'm glad for it, though. She and i were discussing makeup last night, and i asked for (and got) recommendations. So today, I was off to the M.A.C. store in the fancy end of South Coast Plaza. The people there we surprisingly nice (i always have inadequacy issues in stores like that) and helpful. It is an odd feeling to have someone else apply foundation to my face. I found some great stuff, didn't even bother blinking at the cost, because i knew i'd buy it anyway, and managed to avoid the temptation of brightly colored eyeshadows.
Michael and I went out to dinner tonight (I love going to BJ's, because they have good beer and the name makes me giggle) and then i ran by work, then back to his house, where we collapsed into food-coma on the couch. Naps with him are so nice. The expensive foundation survived the nap. I am impressed.
Tomorrow I have to pick up michael from work, and i get to play with the chinchillas. After that I have a couple afternoon hours to kill, and then i have to go into work and fire somebody. I'm rather looking forward to this, as it is a well deserved firing.
I want to have, at my house, not a party, as i think there are too many conflicts right now, but a small get-together. maybe munchies and drinks. It's nothing for sure, just an idea i'm mulling over. Gotta make the house not smell like cat pee first, anyway.
I now have an appointment with a psychologist, next week. She asked me on the phone what my problems are, what my diagnoses have been, and then asked me, "so why aren't you on medication?" sigh.
