Lucky 7

I ate seven cookies today.
I am pretty sure the number of cookies I consume daily directly correlates to how I feel. Today was hard, yesterday was worse. Last week was THE worst. But instead of drowning in self pity and in the true spirit of my religion of doing whatever Oprah tells me to do (Thanks Liz Lemon), I will regale you with what I did to make myself feel better, or rather to make tomorrow look like a four cookie kind of day.
1- I called my old practicum to offer my time to volunteer with Neighbors Helping Neighbors. It is an organization that I find remarkable and selfishly satisfying to work with.
2- I signed up to take drum lessons, something I have always wanted to know how to do, and now I will.
3- Thought about how on the scale of universal suffering 1 being hangnail 100 being genocide, I fall somewhere around 3. ( I mean, I do have a hangnail).
I did berate myself for not keeping a journal today, but when I look back on all of my journals they are just pathetic notebooks whose pages consist of petty jealousies and teenage longing, but I do have this blog to at least keep my future self appraised of the highlights of this time in life.
Oh and there won't be any pictures for a while because as luck would have it, feeling sorry for yourself and eating 7 cookies in one day results in adult acne.