Matt and I are watching The Shining right now. I’ve been incredibly brave, considering how much I hate scary movies. The phone rings in the movie… and then it rings here. At the same time. Gah!

So, I had a Smirnoff tonight left over from a few weeks ago. Not enough to get me drunk or reasonably tipsy but there is a buzz going on. Of course, you’d think I’d had the Smirnoff before I burned my finger on the stove. Yes, that’s right. The funniest part? I burned it making comfort food. Tomato soup and grilled cheese. Went to cut my sandwich and managed to hit my finger on the burner. Fantastic, huh? It’s got a little line across it now. The cat was snuggling it. I think she knew it hurt.

I think I may do some grocery shopping tomorrow. Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on how lazy I feel.

I’m starting to appreciate things in my life a lot more. I appreciate Matt so much right now. It’d be hard not to, with him being so fantastic and always right here when I need him. I appreciate Mew Mew, because, well, she’s the thing that makes me smile the most during the day. I appreciate all the work I’m putting in to losing weight, and how I’m seeing such progress now. I’m starting to finally get out of my own way, and I love it. I spend time doing more than playing World of Warcraft, though I still love it, and I’m starting to like myself more. Which is good, because it’s been apparent that people won’t like me until I like me!

Anyway, I dunno. I’m just starting to force myself to see things in a new light. Would you believe I even answered a “private name, private number” phone call today? Me, who is terrified of the telephone. Not that I’ll be doing that any more often than I need to, because usually it’s telemarketers anyway, but still. Yay, me, and yay, progress!

Every day since Matt’s parents left for vacation, Mastercard has called. Matt has told them countless times that they’re on vacation and won’t be back for a few months. I haven’t answered, but that’s because I don’t care much for the phone. Today, same number calls. Instead of ignoring it like I usually do, I picked up the phone, hit the “Talk” button, and set it down on a shelf. Then, I went and made myself some cereal. Took about three minutes. I picked up the phone, and they were still there, typing away, so I hung up. They’re really getting on my nerves!

What do you do with telemarketers?