It's been tough lately, with the unbearable heat and house stress, for Alex and I.

So last night I decided we should treat ourselves to movie. We saw Clerks II.

Bad choice.
Don't see it, because if you like Kevin Smith, you'll be sad.

Still, it was a nice night out, if it hadn't been for my raging migraine.

We got home and I had another weird moment of feeling emotional about the house - just realizing that I friggin LIVE there and it's MINE.

Alex and I laid on the floor together and just talked.

We're both feeling a little restless, although for completely different reasons. I have to figure out how to stop being upset about an unkempt, unfinished house. I need to find my zen garden deep inside and go back there whenever I feel that I'm about to drown.

And then there's the long weekend. I made the mistake of getting excited about it. Now I realize there's nothing to get excited about. I'm not doing anything anyway.

This is a very quick way to get depressed, so I'm trying to think of good ways to entertain and zen myself out.

Oddly, I'm having trouble.