Tidbits

Hopefully life will regain normalcy for a bit now, maybe I can even think of something amusing to say sometime soon.

I’m excited about this evening.  I’m going to go to the gym, where I will hopefully still remember how to operate the elliptical.  Then I’m going to shower and go here and pretend I’m doing a good deed, but will really just buy myself pants.  I might go here and buy some t-shirts.. and maybe a body suit, because that would be amusing.  Then later I’m meeting up with this girl for wine and conversation and hopefully there will be cheese as well.  Also, hopefully she won’t murder me, as not being murdered would really boost the Boy’s confidence in this plan of meeting strangers off the Internet for drinks.

Of course, we are talking about someone who once, in the not too distant past, jumped a stranger’s Lexus for a spin down the interstate when he happened to ask for directions to just where I was going.  I mean, Georgetown was going to be like a metro ride and a mile away.  And I was wearing heels.  Which clearly couldn’t have been a decision I made on my own, just like jumping in the car with a stranger…

So anyhow, I might be dead by 9:00 tonight.  We’ll see.  But at least I’ll be dead with new pants.

This week’s entry on a softer world is cracking me up.

I still don’t know when my lease is actually up.

I opened a bottle of wine Sunday night, anticipating finishing it last night.  Unfortunately, my roommate drank most if before I got home.  So I finished it off and then finished off a bottle she had left open.  And then she asked if she could open a bottle of my wine.  Something about this seemed unfair.  So I made her drink The Little Penguin.

Last night I also finished reading this book while my roommate and her boyfriend were out on the balcony.  They came back in to find me teary-eyed and whimpering over my book and my Little Penguin.  It wasn’t as well-crafted as some of Picoult’s later novels, but it was stilla tear-jerker.  I really should stay away from that stuff…  it does nothing but make me cry.

That said, if you want a good, justified cry, try The Pact.  And that’s about all I can give as a book report for those books.  They aren’t fabulous, just weepy.

As you will be tomorrow if the Copascetic Fish murders me.  I know.