Dieting sucks when you are depressed. I reaaaaaly want large doses of chocolate right about now. Bah, why can't chocolate be fat-free, sugar-free and all that? If bloody broccoli can be good for you, so can chocolate. In my next life when I am some supreme diety, my first order of business will be to make all foods that taste divine good for you. To hell with world peace, I want guilt-free chocolate. End rant. Another dull weekend, didn't get up to much of anything. I did make it to the comic book store to pick up Astonishing X-Men. Awesome, can't wait until April to see where Joss is going with this.

Days like this, people around my workplace should be thankful for Canada's strict guns laws, because I could seriously go postal today. And the most annoying ones are the idiots who only got a job here because one of their friends got them in. Goes to show it's not what you know, it's who you know. The weekend was pretty shitty-Chris was still feeling sick and my mom had some interesting words for me on Sunday. I was again told by Chris that there will be no commitment if the situation with my mother is not resolved. And now she's going on about not staying in the city because I am too "involved" with Chris and won't have any time for her. I can't fucking win in this situation.

Another ridiculously boring day at the Hellhole. And time is going by soooo sloooow. I should have brought more volumes of Y :The Last Man to read-I polished off volumes 1-3 this morning. What an awesome comic, just fantastic. I can't wait to start Ex Machina tonight after I'm done volumes 4-6 of Y. Chris and I celebrated Valentine's Day yesterday. The afternoon was a flop, as he wasn't feeling very well, but dinner at Spice of Life was great. We had samosas and spring rolls for appetizers and Chris had a vegetarian fusilli dish for his main course. I had the Seafood Bello, which is a huge grilled portobello mushroom cap, covered in garlic mash potatoes with huge shrimp and scallops in a cream sauce, drizzled with a balsamic reduction and grilled zucchini and peppers. A-MA-ZING. We topped if off with a shared piece of homemade mango cheesecake. Major yum. Chris got me the Muchmusic One-Hit Wonders CD (awesome retro stuff) and a Team Canada hoodie in a fabulous kelly green colour, not to mention a really nice card.

Zzzzzzzzzzz. What a boring day. Does no one want to have their car serviced? I guess I shouldn't complain, because the phone could start ringing off the hook at any moment. Valentine's Day was quiet, as we are supposed to be celebrating it tomorrow but there may be a monkey wrench thrown into our plans. My mom has come down with a brutal cold, so the chance of getting her out of the apartment for several hours for some much needed alone time is looking pretty bad right now. I'm praying for some divine intervention to miraculously heal her (which really isn't true since I'm an athiest, bt I really don't want tomorrow to be ruined). On a bright note, tomorrow is my visit to the comic book store and since I haven't been in about three weeks there should be quite the stack waiting for me. I'm also going to pick up issues 7-13 of Runaways to catch up. I'm still waiting for my Ex Machina and Y:TLM trades to get here, but Popular Comics tends to take FOREVER to ship items, so it could be a few weeks. Saw a sad note on Peter David's blog-Andreas Katsulas has died. Any Star Trek fan will know him as Commander Tomaluk from TNG, and he played a fantastic villian so it is a shame to hear he has passed. On a depressing note, as of tomorrow it is only two months til my 30th birthday-please make time stop...anyone have a time machine, temperal thingamabob or something?

Another bloody clinic over and done with. I had 8 no-shows, which pisses me off to no end. Luckily, all the people we did have were really nice and seemed to enjoy themselves. I am so bushed- I have had such a hard time sleeping this past week and being at work for 13 hours yesterday did not help. Valentines' day is fast approaching, and I have no idea what Chris and I are going to do. I can't have him in and cook dinner with Mom there and Chris is hesitant to spend the money to go out. The whole damn occasion has me depressed, but I'll have to come up with some solution. Winter has finally arrived-this is the first day I have seen any large amount of snow since December, not to mention it's damn cold out there.

Tick tock. Waiting for the other shoe to drop sucks. Then again, it could be my pessimistic nature making things seem worse than they are. But I doubt it. Things usually are as bad as they seem.

I'm feeling ridiculously depressed and I'm not sure why. It's like I'm walking around with a big, soggy blanket over me. Menstruating is not helping the situation, either. Why the fuck can't chocolate be good for you?