peurility as distraction

i filed for divorce today. now i have to figure out how to serve the papers. i will call his parents tomorrow. this will be horrible. i wish i could just hand my life (this aspect of my life) over to someone else to slog through. i suppose i should be a fucking pro at the whole divorce thing, but i honestly don't recall much detail of when i dealt with this prior. it was extremely convenient to not have him anywhere around, i remember that. it was also convenient that his parents ended up paying for everything. i am almost $300 into this current debacle already.
today has been brilliantly sunny and unusually cold. my parents' house was pelted with broken tree limbs last night. i walked downtown with my ears frozen, decades of alaskan living for naught. there are people here with scarves wrapped around their faces, which made me smirk... i have drank enough tea to stay warm today that i am urinating pure water by now.
i am also growing agitated by the grim reality of my fiddle-de-fuck-it of capricious money spending. not only the 'neccessities' like a new lair, a gasping vehicle, and a dee-vorce, but fucking absurd things like CDs and swap meet jewelry and expensive undergarments. emotionally i am needing my pleasure zone stimulated, as it were. i don't indulge these sort of things very often, i remind myself. start placing bets on when i'll be bankrupt (with a good soundtrack and fancy bloomers) starting NOW!
apparently the way your earlobes connect to your head reflects your sociability. connected=introversion, if i am correct. the same has been said about the backtilt of one's thumb as if, say, hitchhiking: the further back, the more gregarious. i am moderate in both aspects. if i broke my thumb would i be more extroverted? it would depend on how it healed.
in turkey they hitchhike not with the thumb, but by "dribbling an imaginary basketball."
last thing i chose to listen to (thereby disregarding the redundant classic rock on sirius): secret machines
last thing i bought: peppermint ginseng tea
last thing i read: a vancouver travelogue
last thing i ate: red seedless grapes
last time i laughed: alone in the stairwell of my apartment building after realizing that it smelled like a meat cigarette, and then contemplating a meat cigarette
last non-walking voyage: the bus on madison, eerily blue-lit
it is illuminating to compartmentalize one's life into these snippets of minutae. every time i read another person's answers to such things, it provides a much better window on their personality than a carefully worded description would.
it is back to my pleasantly uneventful evening and retrieval of laundry from the creepy basement.