yeah, yeah...

So I was inspired today by 'nilla.  She's a bit pissed off at the world at the moment and I told her it was going around like the flu.  As M and I were wandering through the stores on Saturday I noticed that there was a huge sale on yarn and commented that I don't have time for my needle work anymore.  He said that he noticed I was reading more.  I am, and I know why.  For me reading has always been an escape.  What do I need to escape?  My job.  I hate it, I hate talking to strangers every day.  I hate that it brings out my long overcome stutter.  I hate that I have to do business casual every day.  I hate that I have to deal with the other bitchy lady who does sales in this area.  I'm hiding.  I'm not dealing, I'm not talking, I'm hiding.  My house is filthy (picked up, but...).  My baking has gone neglected, my dogs are filthy and need a haircut.  I seriously need to get over it because I get that actually liking your job is a luxury and one that I can't afford.  I like the pay, I can do it and am fairly good at it.  I love taking care of my house and baking and sewing.  There is more to my life than my job and I need to reconnect, refocus, and get the fuck over it already.  So last night I made a double batch of oatmeal scotchies, and that's what we had for supper :)