Its only Thursday

I've come to realize that I don't have a thing. In my very regular, everyday life I've got no hook, no gimmick, nothing specific or special that makes the people who actually know me want to invite me to their house. No one's ever, "Ooh, Felicia's coming! That means she's bringing corn dip!" or "Felicia's here? Hope she'll play piano for us again! She has the voice of an angel." or "Felicia just got back from Asia and she's got a ton of silk goodies for everyone!" (Ive not been farther than Canada) Pretty much it's, "Oh, crap, Felicia's here. There goes all the tequila. Here comes a lot of big words. And keep her away from the dog. He hasn't been right since the last time when she tried to make out with him." I need a hook. I'm in the process of trying to figure out how to rearrange some furniture in my home.. Its getting complex. As large as the home is, the rooms seem to me to be set up oddly. I don't own the home, so I take no responsibility. I rent (oooooooooohhhhh ahhhhhhhhh), but we have lived there now for nearly 2 years.. I have NEVER gone 2 years without totally rearranging my furniture. I find it to be therapeutic.. You can REALLY clean, and you can reinvent yourself. That said, while desperately trying to figure out how to get certain large objects into certain small spaces I began recalling a conversation I had with my 10th grade Geometry teacher. Eloquently - in the ways that only a 10th grade smartass can be eloquent - I explained to Mrs. Greiner that I would never, ever need to understand the difference between obtuse and acute angles and how the word "rectilinear" did nothing but make me giggle. In completely related news, I also was about to spend twenty minutes trapped in a narrow hallway holding a sofa table.. with no way out and a cat under my feet. Well played, Mrs Greiner, well played. I discovered shortly thereafter, that I have the agility of a cat. Sadly its one of those cats with its hind legs attached to that wheelbarrow thing. I give up. After such stress, it was snack time. The difference between your house smelling like delicious popcorn or burnt ass is around 24 seconds. Make note. My insomnia is back. And so that means Ambien is as well.. I like to fight the pass out though.. which means every year, surviving members of BREAD remodel their basements based solely on the royalties they make on late night iTunes purchases from people like me who hide how lame they are in late night iTunes purchases, while fighting Ambien. Im tired this morning. Tomorrow we leave for the Strong Bonds Marriage Retreat. Paulie says its because its in San Antonio.. NOT because he feels we need communication skills and marriage assistance. I certainly hope not. Although, I have a feeling it could be fun to pretend that it is the case. LOL Im not sure yet, as to how I will handle this weekend. It could go many directions. I see the fear in his face, because he has no idea what Im up to! I need coffee.. like now.