This in months ago

I'm in love with the HP commercials. Besides using a Cure song, they appeal to the frustrated photographer in me. Photographers must look at the world exactly like that - in 3x5 slices.

The universe is a strange but wonderful place

All week, I've whined and been grouchy and snapped at people. Well, today, stepping out into a rainy Thursday morning, I found a possum hiding behind the giant flowerpot by my door. Actually, the landlord had already called earlier to warn us about him. The guy downstairs popped out of his apartment to warn me too, as I started to open the door. "Be careful!," they said, as if this huge, furry monster would suddenly pounce on me as I stepped out the door. But there he was - a harmless, shivering possum snuggling into the flowerpot for whatever warmth it could offer him. We stole glances at each other as I warily made my way down the stairs, but anyone could see he was just as scared of me.

So here I am cursing the stars for my poor, unfortunate soul and the universe says, behold this possum. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but I have never ever seen a possum before, and I felt like I was gliding through the city all day.

He was gone when I came back home from work.

{Watch the Girl Destroy Me, Possum Dixon}

Maybe I'm losing sleep over nothing

I called home today. My mom named the new lab Smokey. I wanted Walter or Oscar, but I took too long to call home and they have to call the puppy something.

My dad asked me, yet again, if I had looked around for schools for my MBA. He read an article about the University of Phoenix Online, and he wants me to check it out. I keep telling him, I can't afford it. I can barely support myself. He's sort of hinting that he might pay for it. God, just thinking about it makes me cringe. One thing that I'm really proud of about myself is that I haven't asked my parents for a single penny ever since I left the Philippines in 2001. Asking my dad for tuition is just so out of the question even though, sometimes, I really feel like just dropping everything - quitting my job and running back home. Back home to real meals, laundry that's always done, and endless afternoons.

But no. I have to be a grown-up and sit at my desk and take calls and tell people who make twice as much as I do how to do their jobs.

Besides, I'm not even eligible for an MBA yet. I've got a year. Maybe things will come together. Maybe I'll get myself out of this rut. Maybe I'll get a new job, one that I like. Maybe I'll break up this pity party.

{Waiting for the Sunset, Beulah}