we are now on the police countdown. only five more days! am i going to start each day this way? yup. you should really google "stewart copeland review" if you want a good laugh. it's refreshing to hear someone tell you how an iconic band can suckity suck if they try hard enough.
did i mention that i got a new book? laurie notaro of idiot girl fame put out her first novel this week. drooooool.i've started on it and plan to spend some good reading time with myself and laurie this weekend. yes, veronica, i will go to the thingy she's doing on monday and get a book signed for you. of course i will.
big whoops to mary for thinking that i had real estate "baby fever" before she did. she and tim just got lucky and had excellent timing to find their wonderful place. they also didn't keep on moving all over the country, which probably put them at an advantage when it came to narrowing down a good neighborhood. it really is a terrific house. you should go and see them sometime. they have a guest room, ya know. mary will even give you a whole bathroom to yourself and your very own set of bandages in case you get a boo boo.
i can work a mean blender, but my cooking skills are still in arrested development. derek has figured out the secrets of our favorite ethiopian dish. yay! yum! wheee! by contrast, i have figured out the secrets of a peanut butter & banana health shake. it's like spackled-gooey goodness. mmmmmm...
the next countdown begins now. only 19 more days until veronica and travis arrive in seattle for a visit! life gets a little easier when i have something to look forward to and remember how to count. both of those things are helpful. we are preparing plans filled with dorky ass tourist stuff to do. wanna ride the ducks with us?
derek has on sheepy underpants. baaa. baaa.
my artistic inspiration has gone awol as of late. ka-put. gone. sayonara, lightbulbs. perhaps it's buried somewhere beneath all the crap on my table. beneath the cat butts that splay themselves across my workspace. beneath the random crap that i throw around on my crafty area. seeing how we have visitors on the way soon, i should get my space cleaned up and get off my creative booty. ugh - just sitting down to blurb is sapping me right now, but i will push through and get going again.
breakfast is the most important meal of the day. they're not kidding when they tell you that. they don't mean that it has to be the biggest meal of the day. it just has to be there for you, pushing you past that kerfuffled time before lunch when you'd like to poke someone in the eyeball. remember that the next time you're wondering why you're dizzy and about to pass out "for no reason" later on in the day. not that it happened to me or anything. duh. i don't care what the olsen twins fucking think; coffee will only take you so far. a little yogurt can let your tummy stand an extra cup or four of joe without feeling icky.
epiphanetic doodad goals of the week:
besides cleaning the desk? sketch a bit, write a haiku, send out a few postcards to my far-off, far-out peeps. if i get super motivated i might even find the time to dye my hair. hey! that counts!
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