The alarm went off at 6am. I washed my face, put on some makeup, brushed my hair, checked email, got dressed, picked out Zoey's clothes, made her oatmeal, kissed her, kissed Bryan, drove to the bus stop, waited for the bus, got on the bus, read email on the bus, tried very hard not to puke on the bus, read blogs, got off the bus, walked to work, worked, worked, worked, talked about Tiger Woods, worked, drank vanilla tea, ate a banana, worked, worked, worked, worked, ate some chocolate given to me by my office Secret Santa, worked, worked, worked, worked, walked to the bus, read blogs on the bus, looked out the window and thought about how much I hate the smell of Bath & Body Works, got off the bus, drove to pick up Zoey, stopped at the grocery store, bought tortilla soup and toilet paper, got home, loaded dirty clothes into the wash, gave Zoey a bath, ate tortilla soup, read to Zoey, kissed her goodnight, took a shower, blogged, folded clothes, separated the recycling, fed Nacho, returned a few emails, paid some bills, did something unbloggable with Bryan and turned out the light. 11pm. In bed I thought to myself this is it over and over again like this: thisisitthisisitthisisitthisisitthisisitthisisit until it meant nothing.Which it was, really--nothing--seeing as how prone I am to this sort of thing. For instance today I walked around all day noticing noses, how ugly they are, strange, all of them. Noses on baristas, on the homeless people on Market Street, the mailman's nose, my nose, the nose on Zoey's preschool teacher, noses on the models in the latest issue of Lucky. Nosenosenosenosenose. Look around you, everyone with a fat fleshy thing with holes right in the middle of their face like that.