paranoia, sofas and swear words

sometimes, i overthink things. shocked, are you? case in point - the previous post. how is that bowl of candy that was left on my doorstep any different than trick-or-treating at our neighbors' houses? we know some of our neighbors, but not all of them. yet we eat the candy they give us anyway. now i feel like a complete choad for pitching the little letter. whomever that nice person with too much time on their hands was is now probably telling the whole neighborhood what a spoilsport i am. (see? overthinking!) oh, well. i'll chalk that one up to paranoia and move on.

good news: i found a loveseat for my office at the salvation army thrift store! it really is pretty - neutral beige tones with blue accents. i had it delivered yesterday. i'll need to mess with the other furniture, but overall, i am a happy camper. my office finally looks inviting and comfortable instead of cold and businesslike. i'm not sure what my office-mate will say about it, but since she's there maybe twice a week, i am not too concerned.

i've discovered an interesting side-effect from going off zoloft. i cuss like a sailor! not that i didn't let one fly here and there before, but this is ridiculous. i even said, "dammit" in front of punkin yesterday and didn't bother to correct myself. oh well. i'm already going to hell because of the fat lady thing...dammit.