Fail, Shyly:

   Today is a beautiful day for a sundress. Even though the snow clouds are rolling in.  But it's what I planned on wearing, because dresses are all I ever like.....

...plaid sundress in snow...

   And I keep making lists of things I need to buy, but have to save my money. Every penny for Starbucks, taxes, phone bill(s), and college loan debt.  For a Sarah-sized apartment, in which I can escape each day and be my own.  Creatively decorated, and my friends would always be welcome to spend the nights. We could watch movies and eat popcorn....Mmmm mmm mmm mmm good.
   BUT.....my stress level has reached an all-time high. No wonder my hair is gray and falling out. No wonder my anxiety attacks come in threes or fours per day. It all makes sense now. Money is my supervillian. And I just bottle it up. Point the daggers inward. This kind of pain would kill normal people. Thank god I'm insane or something. Mental disorders do have their perks, I guess.
   I paint on a happy face, and let my insecurities eat me from the inside out. They've already begun on my heart and brain. But I read the Zen of Zombie. I'll be okay. Rule #32, Enjoy the Little Things, right? So I may be an epic failure in the eyes of my parents. "A thorough disappointment," as they say. But you wouldn't have known I was failing if I didn't tell you. Sneaky.
   At least, I can say, my sundress makes my day better, and it's all I'll ever like.

   Today's agenda:

   1.) clean Aristotle's bowl and sexy grotto.

   2.) watch Away We Go over and over.  Then Shaun of the Dead. 

   3.) still working on # 3.....