Nothing like a little Tim Armstrong to get the evening going. I came home feeling a little like poop and knew as soon as I took Herschel for a walk I was out the door for dinner, so I took five minutes for myself. I thought... lets see what I am dvr'ing tonite (yes... the two episodes of Grey's Anatomy that I missed. I know what happens but that doesn't mean that I have to like it one bit. I watched the last episodes of this season of Rescue Me (and NOOOO I didn't see any of that happening.... Sheila is one crazy bitch)last night so I decided ... lets see whats on Fuse (which is my newest favoritiest channel I think. Oh ... nice... Rancid. Cranked it up, brushed my teeth, and felt a little rejuvinated. Weird. Nothing like a little 1990s version of the Clash to make me happy for a minute.
Came home and realized why I didn't feel good all week. Excellent. And now that I have it figured out, I feel better. Took a shower, feel completely relaxed and no longer like poo. Its awesome. I actually thought I wasn't feeling well because the coffee I had been drinking but that wasn't it at all.... thank goodness. That would have made me really sad as I have almost three pounds left. Mexican Altura. And since I have cut back big time on the smoking, I can taste the undernotes so I would have been super sad because this is damn good coffe y'all. Yummy and not my prob is all I can be joyous over. Lets just say, I am an idiot. I could have really caused myself serious physical harm and I am glad that I didn't let the feeling go too long. I won't elaborate, but I am an idiot. But one that feels about 1 million times better.
Work will be hectic over the next couple of days. I will not whig. I will not whig. I will. Not. Whig. What's that on your head..? (ahhhh good times).
I need to pick a book to start reading. Kinda thinking about dipping into the ole' favorite pile, but really need to focus on the 1000 books I have paid for and not even opened. I don't know what though and it is really hard to choose I have to admit. I am feeling a little lacadasical but I have time on a plane on Sunday, at the hotel maybe on Monday so I want to bring something along that will keep me entertained. The decision is really hard. And packing is going to be a major problem. I tend to over pack. I remember going to Vegas once for a couple days and packed 10 pairs of shoes. Seriously. And space is of importance as I have Trader Joes deliciousness to bring back and that takes up some room. I need to be economical with my space. Did you know, you can bring knitting needles and a corkscrew on board an airplane now, but you can't bring on lip gloss. You can bring on board an airplane scissors that are four inches or under and KY jelly but you can't bring on mascara. Silly. I think that is the plan of the people masterminding these plots.... lets make the women miserable and feel unkempt so that while they are knitting they consider harikari. I will pack everything walk on after taking my shoes off at check in with my book and this mascara (seriously its really great mascara, like a lash tint but with a little length, great for glasses wearers like moi') a solid powder foundation with some shimmah (it is also allowed) and I will be set.
I want to appear to be a saavy travelor, even though I so am not. It will be fun. Like a play. Acting. Acting like a travelor. Maybe I will even like it. Nahhhh.
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