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For the first time in ages, I’ve had a good clothing news: I fit in my “skinny” jeans. Admittedly, they used to be my “fat” jeans from when I was thinner but for now, they’re my skinny jeans. This morning, as I was rushing to get ready on time, I slipped into them and closed them with no effort. For low-rises, they stayed on and didn’t slip one bit (except getting into the Volvo, but the Volvo’s really low).

And my “fattest” jeans have been relegated to weekend duty for good!

As I am incapable of owning up to a little truth about myself that almost all my friends know about, here’s my 12-step recovery program to prevent falling into the same old patterns again.

1. I admit that I am powerless over my own heart and it’s unmanageable.
2. I believe that putting 3000+ kilometers between me and my problem can restore my sanity.
3. I am going to exert my will and stop trying to analyse or understand The Situation.
4. I am making a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself. The results aren’t pretty, nor are they encouraging.
5. I admit to the world (thank god for blogs) that I am what’s wrong with my life. I know it, you know it. Move along.
6. I am entirely ready for God (aka a plastic surgeon) to remove all these defects. Except I don’t think anything can be done about my brain.
7. I humbly ask the world to leave my shortcomings alone. And my shortbread too.
8. There is not enough paper in this world for me to make a list of the people I have wronged and make amends. I’m not gonna live that long.
9. I will try to be less of a jerk and/or burden to my friends by whining constantly about my life. I have a reasonable time and been given a lot of breaks over the years.
10. I admit I was wrong to believe in Happily Ever After. It’s a fairy tale. As a scientific, I shouldn’t be so gullible.
11. Sleep will serve as meditation. More sleep = good. Works for cats.
12. Alleluia! I am cured. Now, can I fix your life for you?

Once I reach step 11, I’ll stop because Step 12 sounds moronoic. Agreed?

L. and Giraffe joined me for brunch this morning at Le Fumoir. As Giraffe is leaving for Sweden soon, it was fun because the chef at Fumoir is swedish and all we were having was “local” cuisine. Pictorial advice is here.

That egg Benedict that L had was… like a ray of sunlight on a warm winter morning. We discussed moving, shopping and of course, boys.

Over on Facebook, one of Amara’s posts made me think about the summer I’ve just spent and the conclusions I’ve come to about what’s happened in the last few years in my life.

I had a long talk with Exar last night (all 6 hours of talk, y’know) and I’ve come to a conclusion. I can’t help who I am. I can’t help that I seem to generate a whole lot of chaos when I do certain things (mostly managerial things, tbh) and sometimes, it ends in conflict.

All I can do is hope that when push comes to a shove, my friends find it in themselves to break my fall. And really, answering “Don’t come crying to me” when things go wrong is not what I need. I know I’m trouble.

Yesterday, I hosted yet another party for which I was ill prepared. Yes, it was sushi night at Casa Del Perja and Perja lives in a dump.

It’s not that my apartment isn’t wonderful (I mean, who could turn their nose up at prime real estate in a prime area) but I am to be honest, more interested in shopping than cleaning, which usually results in the apartment being in a state of “MESS” forevermore.

So Jaina and L came over to help me. It’s incredible what people can do when they’re not totally emotionally engaged with each little piece of crap that’s laying on the floor. In three hours, the living room and dining room had gone from unpracticable mess to nearly empty, with plenty of seating to go around.

Needless to say, Dad said that it would be a mess again on Monday (Hah, I think not!)

After this, a well deserved party which ended in the wee hours of the morning… What’s not to love about having parties with your friends? Except perhaps washing the dishes afterwards?And even then, there were some rewards to that (For details, prod me via your favourite messaging system)