The Comtesse and I have been drinking from the same well because I've been a cranky mama-bear all week, too. It's pretty childish to say “I miss my mommy” when you're 36 but I totally do. And then I feel guilty because my kid and my husband should be my top priority. But then I feel guilty because I'm not in California helping my mom. So that all pretty much sucks.

I've been doing some transcription work (which would not be possible without the shareware program Express Scribe, to which I totally owe the eleven bucks an hour I'm earning doing transcription work) and even with Express Scribe, it's taken me three times longer than I thought it would. My client isn't upset — I think he's just happy he found someone to do it — but I really wasn't planning on this taking three weeks.

After finishing another 110 minute recording today I shoved off and cleaned the bathroom, with the iTunes rockin' at a hundred percent power on the old PowerBook G4. The playlist on Party Shuffle has done quite a bit to lighten my mood:

Walking on the Sun — Smashmouth

#1 crush — Garbage

Obsession — Animotion

F*ck the Spice Girls and Hanson — Limp Bizkit

Mental Boy — American Beauty soundtrack

At Last — Etta James

Have I the Right — Gene Pitney

Do you Believe in Magic — Lovin Spoonful

Breathe — Smartbomb <--- BEST COVER TUNE EVER

Who will Save Your Soul — Jewel

THe Background -Third Eye Blind

I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone — Leater-Kinney

Save the Last Dance — Davis

And now the boy and the husband are home. Dinnertime!