Do you know what makes today different than any other day this week? I put on makeup! Now, I'm not proud of this--it's not something that really deserves that exclamation mark, I realize--but it's quite impressive, in its own pathetic way. I got up on Monday (albeit ridiculously later than I usually get up for work) and sort of zombie-walked my way through the afternoon. Tuesday I had meetings--plural!--but threw on jeans and a tank top and thank goodness that sort of outfit flies in my office. Yesterday was more of the same. When I got up today a strange thought sort of fluttered around in my head: Maybe I should think about applying a little foundation today, maybe even some eyeshadow! And then I realized that I would have to retrieve the makeup bag from my still-packed suitcase strewn about on my bedroom floor. I think it's officially time to rejoin the land of responsible men and women and, you know, do some laundry and put on a little lip-gloss. (The lip-gloss is for the latter group, of course. Or, come to think of it, for either. I don't judge.)
But I just can't shake the exhaustion I carried back from California with me. I need to get back on my workout schedule, as that usually lends me some extra energy. Apparently sucking down Diet Coke isn't as effective (or sweaty). Or perhaps I just need to go to sleep BEFORE TWO IN THE MORNING. You have no idea how badly I wish I were kidding about that time--on both Monday AND Tuesday night. For no real reason! Unless you count browsing people.com a real reason which you probably don't. Because you were probably asleep AT TWO IN THE MORNING like I should have been.
So, anyway, what are you doing this weekend? I'm going to IKEA. For the first time! EVER! I know, I know! How is that possible? There has been one just across town from us for the entire three years we've lived here, but Target was always just a wee bit closer and no-one told me IKEA had a food-court until just this week. (Is the food good? Should I bring designated snack money?) I am in search of a new desk, some nightstands, maybe even some magnets if I'm feeling crazy enough.
Moving along to something entirely unrelated: Are you watching Top Chef? (Quasi-spoilers below! You've been warned!) I've talked about this show before, and I wish I could say my obsession has waned some but no, not quite. Even though Spike--my Top Chef boyfriend--packed his knives (and his fedora) last week, he was back last night(!) to assist Richard (who is my pick to win the whole thing although I'd be fine with Stephanie taking it as well--since she, somehow, totally resisted stabbing Dale in the eyes for leaving her PORK BELLY sitting uncovered and exposed in a balmy Puerto Rican kitchen [which sounds gross before you think of flies buzzing around it] overnight forcing her to scramble and make something else, something she hadn't prepped for at all, and she seemed GENUINELY forgiving with him which made me kind of want to buy her a drink and stab him in the eyes myself, although, admittedly, he did seem fairly apologetic--but I will be appalled if Lisa wins because 1) she's mean and 2) she sucks. AND THOSE ARE THE NICEST THINGS I CAN SAY ABOUT HER. I keep waiting for her to throw something across the kitchen. She just comes across as a thrower or a wall-kicker or a pot-banger or something else kinda violent. So, what exactly am I going to do after the finale next week? I just can't imagine not getting to hear Padma kind of casually tell someone their dish was inedible. I presented Mike with this question at the end of last night's episode, and then I said, "I know! I'll try to make a few Top Chef recipes over the summer!" Bravo.com has recipes posted from different episodes like this one and this one and (yum) this one, too. Mike looked at me--sweetly, even--and said, "Baby, please don't try to make those dishes. Please."
Finally, I'm getting my hair cut tonight and then I have big plans to watch the freshly downloaded Suburban Girl which I hear is just awful--straight to video, never even had a release date, twee advertising budget, obviously horrific movie poster kind of awful--but it's loosely based on my favorite book, "The Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing" and I feel I owe it to Jane (the main character of the book who was renamed Brett in the movie; I don't quite get that either) to see how badly Sarah Michelle Gellar screws things up. And I'll yell and throw popcorn at the TV and everything, which I'm totally serious about. I've already told Molly to skip lunch so she can properly clean the discarded popcorn as I throw it. She is pretty pumped about it, I'm not gonna lie.
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(Oh! Before I forget. Thanks to everyone who responded to my "best blogs you read" question in the last post. I have a bursting Google Reader account now! I'm going to leave the post open for another day or so and then pick a winner for the gift card after that. Tell your friends so they can participate! Or, don't, if you'd prefer a better chance at winning.)