Me and my pseudo-psychotic tendencies are at it again.

Kudos to:
*Lucinda Williams, whose "West" album I'm listening to as we speak. It's depressing the crap outta me, but damn, she's awesome.
*The air show today- it was quite awe-inspiring.
*My pal Joey, whose text messages are keeping me quite entertained on this solitary Saturday evening.
*The new show "Kid Nation" on CBS. I love it in all its dramatastic glory. Fine family fun.

Frowney faces to:
*The pet grooming establishments in my town. Not open on Saturdays- what is that? Gus needs his nails clipped badly, but I can only do it during the hours I work? That's downright sadistic.
*My sinuses.
*Bill collectors.
*Britney Spears. I was mildly interested in watching the disaster unfold for a while, but now the game is SO played. Let's move on. Lindsay's a way cooler train wreck.

I have been so morbid today! Seriously, it's ridiculous. For instance, this morning, as I was driving around, looking for a place to take Gus to get his nails clipped, and all the vet's offices were closed, I had the thought, 'Wow, I hope nothing ever happens to Gus on a Saturday.' Which was followed immediately by the image in my head of my baby boy being hit by a car, his tiny, helpless body lying broken on the street. I started crying, a lot. I was extra nice to him all day after that- he got a lot of treats. Then, a family friend called this afternoon. We haven't really spoken much in a long time, and never call each other anymore. For some reason, as soon as she identified herself, I started crying, convinced she was calling to tell me her father was dead. (A little history: her parents babysat all three of us Bright kids the whole time we were growing up- we're practically related.) Luckily, she was calling to invite me to the community theater play she's cast in. But why did my warped mind automatically assume something so horrible? Maybe I should talk to my shrink about upping my Prozac dosages or something...

Anyhoo.

In other news, I am SO happy for my best friend, Becky. She is in a relationship with this really wonderful guy that is making her so happy. She really deserves it- she's had about as much luck with men as I have, and she is a truly incredible person. But I am so going to be struck by lightning. I am JEALOUS. Hey, I'm pretty incredible, too! And I deserve a great guy that exists only to bring immeasurable joy to my life, too! I'm a terrible friend... when we were hanging out last night, I deliberately changed the subject every time she started talking about how terrific Boyfriend Extraordinaire is. I don't blame her at all for talking excessively about him- I'm sure that if it EVER happens for me, I'll do the same, and I hope my friends will be better behaved about it than I was last night. Boy, it's a good thing Jesus forgives, or I would SO be going to hell.

Speaking of Jesus, I need to get off the computer and go study my Sunday School lesson for tomorrow. My friend Christi, who teaches the youth girls class, called me tonight and asked me if I could combine our classes, because her little girl is sick, and she needs to stay home with her. I'm happy to do it, but now I have to go try to make my lesson presentable to a MUCH wider range of girls. (This will be 2nd grade through COLLEGE age. That should be interesting.) That's a small church for you. Wish me luck!