Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted. It has really been one heck of a week. I am super tired, because even when I am able to sleep, I’m so stressed out that my dreams are all over the place.

One really cool thing did happen this week, and that was that my friend Aarti – a dormmate from freshman year at Northwestern – became The Next Food Network Star! Aarti is truly one of the sweetest and coolest people you will ever meet, and all of us who know her are super proud of her for winning the competition. Her new show on the Food Network, “Aarti Party,” debuts Sunday, so be on the lookout for it.

Other than that, though, I have to say, the past week has been less than good. While we were watching Aarti coast her way to victory on TNFNS, I got a text from Scott saying that little Allie was being rushed into surgery. If you read my previous entry, y0u know how things eventually turned out. How badly I feel is nothing, of course, compared to how parents Scott and Keao must feel, but somehow I’m feeling the sadness about their situation a lot more deeply than I thought I could. I could barely sleep Sunday night while I worried about Allison, which of course made for a pretty difficult Monday.

Monday. Ugh. I have never been one of those people who totally dreads Mondays, but work has been ridiculous lately. I like my job itself, but let’s just say there are certain personalities I could do without. OK, mostly one personality, but there are certain things I’m actually not allowed to talk about, as ridiculous as that sounds. Yesterday, I was so frustrated, I almost snapped a pen in half while writing with it . . . which would’ve been sad, because it’s a pen a really like. On the up side, I did make people laugh during staff meeting. Back to the down side, however, I wasn’t making that stuff up.

Oh, yeah, and the Cubs (now minus D-Lee) suck. And while I did get Blackhawks tickets for March, they are standing room only because the scalpers (industry-sanctioned StubHub bastards) swallowed up a lot of the regular seats for a game vs. (are you kidding me?!) the Carolina Hurricanes within the first 20 minutes.

My problems sound pretty petty compared to other people’s, but I try to be a pretty mellow person (shut up, you guys), so all this has upset my equilibrium – so, you know, if you run into me and I’m grumpy, that would be why. On that note, how are things in your neck of the woods?