I heard a new Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan song Rambling Rose, Clinging Vine on the radio this morning, and I loved it. I have their first CD, so I'm looking forward to getting the new one. It's receiving good reviews, and, based on this song, I'm sure I'll be into it. Of course, I'm a little bit biased because in all my time of music loving, I don't think I've heard a sexier voice than Mark Lanegan's. Rarr!

I'm in a fog, my darlings. One of the things I didn't mention about my trip was that upon arrival in Las Vegas on Tuesday, I promptly got, came down with, acquired a bladder infection. Yippee. At first I didn't know what was going on, but once I did, I decided to just try to manage it on my own until I got home to see my doctor. This led to lots of nearly sleepless nights--I might as well have brought a pillow and blanket with me to the bathroom to plant myself there for some shut-eye--which was ultimately very frustrating at moments. Of course I also got in some good 3am to whenever thinking and reading time. I spent some awake hours on the 'net learning lots of important facts about bladder issues and home remedies, among other things that started to scare me so I decided to stop researching. This led me to drink water mixed with baking soda (gross), try an over-the-counter medication, and gain a few pounds from downing glass after glass of cranberry juice. It was just one big party!

Sleepless nights and the frequent need to pee did not stop my "I'm going to have a good time, dammit!" attitude, though. Overall I really enjoyed both trips, and I'm much better after a few day stint on antibiotics, but sleep has still been a challenge. I finally got a decent night's worth last night, and today my bod is like, "Aha! So you can rest. Now you must pay for holding out on us (all of my organs are in it together) this last week." As if it's my fault. But, they are in the driver's seat, and today I feel like a zombie. I'm even wearing my glasses. I should have known this was coming, as I've seen signs of acting out. On Tuesday I practically ran over a girl who stopped in front of the cash machine I needed to use in the lunch room to put her stuff away. I said "Excuse me!" in chipper fake nice voice and just kept going, leaving her to move out of the way quickly or not. She opted to go. If this is how I feel this morning, don't be surprised if you find me curled up under my desk for a nap at work later on.

In my spare time lately, which shouldn't be much but I have all this sleeplessness contributing, I've been working on "home improvements." I find that home improvements typically happen when things go amiss with a boy in my life. I suddenly become super productive and want to spruce things up. By now, you'd think my apartment would be a schmancy, beautiful, luxury penthouse, but no. My funds are limited and my improvements are usually pretty small, or involve organizing. This time my bedroom is getting a bit of an overhaul. I've rearranged some of the furniture, bought a new comforter and decorative pillows, and wall art & candles. I'm close to having it the way I want. It's been fun coming up with a new(ish) look. Next up are a new frame for a pic I'd like to hang, a center piece of art for the meditation room, and some new items for the bathroom. Oh, and eventually I'd like to get a new table/trunk for the living room. So much to do!

Did I mention that when I called to make a hair appointment the other day I learned the last person I saw, the one I liked who promised not to disappear like everyone else, has stopped doing hair due to an "injury"? Seriously! I've been dumped again! My hair is in desperate need of TLC, and since I'm anti-scraggly and anti-flyaways, I made an appointment with "oh fine, just anybody." We'll see how it goes.