Dance Me Into the Night

It's been a really weird day.

I spent most of it wrestling with a bitchy MP3 that is formatted incorrectly and doesn't want to play on itunes. Now, the logical thing for me to do would be to dig the CD out and rip it again... but honestly, I have no idea where it is. Anyway, in the process of messing around with it, I played bits of the song a few times. All of a sudden, my mom peeks her head in and asks what song it is that I've been singing. I say, "Um, I haven't been singing." She looks at me like I'm crazy and tells me that she knows her own daughter's voice. I play the "bitchy MP3" and she says "Wow... that's creepy".

Ha. Of course, I'm TOTALLY flattered because I was listening to Hayley Westenra's "Dark Waltz". (If you aren't familiar with her, she's a sort of female-Josh-Groban-type. If you want to hear that particular song, I made it my myspace profile song. I'm living vicariously through a pseudo-opera singer. My head is swelling. :))

Oh yeah, and while my mom was talking to my grandma on the phone today, she tells mom that she has to go because she's having a heart attack. We do a little lightning-packing, then get another phone call about a half an hour later saying that she's fine. I don't even know what to make of that.

So I took a shower, plopped on the couch and watched "Just Like Heaven". Cute. I bawled my eyes out because it was "just so beautiful". I swear to God, I am losing it. LOSING it. Maybe I already lost it. Maybe I never had it, and just now realized that it's gone. (It's a lot like that feeling you get when you suddenly realize that you've lost your purse. My phone! My keys! My driver's license! My checkbook! My credit cards! ...My sanity!)

And tomorrow is the first day of being unemployed. Ugh. I just want to sit alone in the dark with a blankie, a bad sci-fi flick (and I mean Kevin Sorbo-bad!), and a bottle of vodka.