Still daily.

It looks as if I skipped a day, but it's 1:15 in the morning and I haven't gone to bed yet, which means that it is still the next day from the last day I wrote an entry and I didn't skip a day. Really.

I just had to stick a pin in my fingerskin to tear a little away to get to the nasty tiny bit of glass that has been in there for hours. It's amazing how one tiny thing can cause so much pain. Which would be a good segue into an analogy about how something small in my life has caused me so much psychological and emotional pain blah blah blah but I don't feel like it. Fill in the blank. It's easy. Bea is sad because ______. (hang nail, car crash, burnt toast)

Today I talked to an awesome lady at the store and she thanked me for actually smiling at her and taking the time to talk, and I was all like, "I know, it's so frustrating trying to be friendly these days!" and I guessed her age wrong (57-62-- though I knew that was a little low-- she's 78!!) and then she guessed my age wrong (28- woot!) and then she gave me her recipe for stuffing. Which is made with mashed potatoes, double ground chuck, eggs, and parmesan cheese. It has to be Kraft, because it has the best flavor. Then she told me that she was taken to Portugal by her aunt when she was a child, and they had to stay an extra week because war broke out!

So I'm going to interview her for the "National Day of Listening" even though the official day has past. Any day can be a listening day. I'm also going to interview my old guy, who is equally awesome.

I've got to get on this project before my mania dies down, or I might not get around to it. This is a good way to use my mania, at least. Though perhaps studying for my class would be a better way! Bah.

Poop, it's almost 1:30 in the morning and here I am wide awake.