See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.

Well, tomorrow's the big day! Vacation day! I managed to finish all my projects at work, which means I'm leaving a clean desk behind, and I HOPE I've managed to remember everything I need to take.

Speaking of which, I had an anxiety dream a few nights ago where I arrived at the airport without my passport. I woke up completely freaked out. And now, when I am in the full packing stage, I am really nervous about forgetting something important. But at this point, I've made the necessary lists, done what I need to do, and I just need to figure out how to sit back and relax and enjoy the ride. What I keep telling myself is that no matter what happens, if my luggage gets lost, if it rains the whole time, the point is to enjoy myself and have fun in new and exciting countries. So that's the plan!

I'll be back Thursday, October 2, so have a great rest of the month everyone and see you a couple weeks!

Cruise countdown: tomorrow!

I don't know about you, but I find it awfully off-putting when my pharmacist yells across the parking lot at me to inquire how my medication was "working out."

I swear to God, this actually happened.

The pharmacist in question is a very nice man. He actually kind of looks like Norm from This Old House and Old Yankee Workshop. Remember that guy?

Well, Byob...my father always taught me to measure twice, cut once.

So I'm walking out of CVS having bought plastic spoons or something else equally mundane. I unlock my car door, put one foot in the car, and hear from further down the parking lot, "Miss. Riley! How is that medication working out?"

I'll give him points for 1) remembering my name and 2) remembering that we had had a conversation about my new med. But, the relationship with your pharmacist is a weird one. Basically, he knows everything that happens with your body. But you don't have the same kind of face-time and chit chat that you get with your doctor. This guy knows nothing about me except what meds I'm on, so talking to him outside the store is like seeing your teacher away from school. It's just weird.

Now, I'm not saying what he did was unprofessional. I mean, he was just checking up on me, asking me how things were going in pharmacy-speak. But it just so jarring running into him that way, and talking about something like medicine without the pharmacy counter between us. Not that we had an actual conversation. I believe I said "Great, thanks!" And then drove off.

I guess I just like boundaries.

Oh, and also. Cruise countdown: 3 days!

Look for my album on Itunes, coming soon!

There are many things that are awesome about Carly's new roommates; their bangin' marinara sauce, their adorable little dogs, but the best thing, hands down, is that they have a huge tv and the game Rock Band. If you have never played Rock Band, you are missing out. Take guitar hero and add drums and vocals and then you have Rock Band. And AWESOMENESS.

A few weekends ago, Carly, Doug, Erika, and I got the band together and rocked out. And had a bit of a photo session with Carly's roommate Mark as our photographer. Check out the results below, and look for our album to drop soon. On your head.










And here's a bonus Maggie-posing-with-motorcycle-helmet-picture! This one is for the CD liner notes.



I think it's clear we have a big future in music ahead of us.

Things on my mind.

These past few weeks I've been really distracted. And that's because I've been brooding. If you know me well, you know I'm a brooder. I brood, ruminate, obsess, etc. I could probably try to come up with more synonyms, but it would require consulting a thesaurus, and I am far too lazy for that.

I don't want to go all TMI on you, but there has been a health thing I have been dealing with. It's not a big deal, it's like an acute infection, and I'm fine, but it's something where the doctor doesn't know what's going on and it's been going for about three weeks. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, I've just been kinda occasionally uncomfortable, but the there are two things that have been really getting to me.

First, that I leave for my cruise in a little over a week, and I need to get this taken care of before then because what happens if something happens while I am on this ship in the middle of the ocean and they have really crappy doctors and can't do anything to help me...ok, *deep breath*

The second thing I have been concerned about is the NOT KNOWING. I wouldn't say I'm a control freak (*shoot dirty glance to all my friends laughing at me for making that statement*), but I like to know what's going on. Let me put it this way: I don't need to be the person calling the shots, but I need to know that somewhere someone has a plan. And the problem with what's going on right now is that I don't know what's going on! I need to know what's up, and then I can formulate a plan to fix it. Is that so much to ask for?

OK, enough whining. I have a prescription that is working, I'm feeling better, and I am going to the doctor again on Monday for the last time. I am about 75% confident that I will be totally fine come cruise time, and on Monday the doc should be able to give me a definitive diagnosis. So, yay! But if I seem a little withdrawn for the next few days, you'll know why.

Cruise countdown: 10 days!!