How 'bout them Packers?

No? Not a good segue? So, uh, now what?

I feel like I need to write about something else, but doing so would be difficult, what with the giant elephant in the room also known as BREAKUP. Pesky little jerk, that elephant.

But another day has passed. No better than yesterday, really, but better than Saturday, so I consider that progress. We take baby steps around these parts.

Another day of back-to-back work shifts, followed by a third day tomorrow. Kind of keeps me too busy to wallow. I so enjoy my wallowing. I have to plug it into my schedule accordingly.

Tonight, for example: walk in door, strip off work clothes, call mom, catch up on Internetting, sob for 2.7 minutes, exactly, clean litterbox, blog. It's a precise schedule. No time for dilly-dallying.

"What time is it? Oh, only 5:17. Nope. No time for brief grieving just yet. Must clean the litterbox first!"

I like things organized.

In other news, I opened a new bank account today (eat dirt, U.S. Bank) and am receiving a Brewers check card. If that is not enough to brighten my day, I don't know what is!

Whew. It's the small things in life that try really hard to make up for the BIG things.

I've got some pretty great friends, too. All of them with their "Call ANY time, I am HERE for you" words of encouragement. Promises of hugs, wine, uninterrupted crying jags at any hour.

I feel like I should test this out some time soon. Only, I wonder how they'd all feel when I call at 2 a.m. because I want a milkshake? I suppose I could, like, cry, too. If it helps.