I spent $65 on skin/beauty products this month (which, for me, is a lot) and I can't help putting them on and looking in the mirror and thinking, "Are they working?!" I don't know why I keep thinking that I'm going to arrive at some zenith where I suddenly won't need to get my roots done or worry about my laugh lines. At least exercise makes me feel good. The maintenance of that ever receding youthful glow is endless and doesn't seem to release endorphines. AND it's exacerbated by the not-so-subtle nudging of the truth that it's only going to get worse. At some point in time, I may wake up to find my face mushed together in the morning and it'll never go back to normal (at least without surgery...I still don't think I'll do it).

Am I cranky, or what?! Ask me tomorrow and I'll tell you that being 34 rocks. Tonight I'm going to put on some eye gel.

Just for today, I can spend money on maintenance.