hrmph

See? This is why we don't go to bed early!!

*yawn* Feel like bloody Little House on the Prairie.

Dear god. This is why I hate mornings. They're so cold, Maybe it's the shock of leaving a warm bed. May I just say how much I worship polar fleece? Five seconds out of bed and realized I needed to put on every item of clothing in my wardrobe, or you know, polar fleece pants.

Cold, cold, cold.

I always thought the lyrics to this song were something about 'sex appeal now' but um it's 'sick to me now.' Hrm. It's too energetic. I should listen to something more mellow and go back to bed. Ooo Dido.

Oh! Oh! I had a dream about kittens! *remembers* Some family's cat had a whole litter of adorable marmalade kittens, who were still damp with their little eyes clamped shut and looked like my Calvin (RIP). Judy gets endless sex dreams and I'm dreaming about kittens; where's the justice? Anyhow, then the family went away and the son of the family was hungry and came out to the kitchen to eat some chicken curry. He was so excited about it, he was practically chanting while it heated up. Huh. No idea what that means. Maybe I'm really looking forward to my mom's cooking.

Still cracking up over talk with Stace yesterday. I was also telling her how my declaration of love for that Louis Vuitton bag was met with scorn and ridicule. She piped up: "Hey! I supported you! I told you where you could get it and everything!" and I said, "That's right--you've got my back!" She is a bad influence. She's also a closet fashion whore like me.

Then we started talking about WW and the Wendie plan. She's had some success with it, for which I'm glad. She had plateau'd and was rather frustrated. And then, because she is the devil, and we kept talking about my apprehension of Black Monday (otherwise known as weigh-day), she talked me onto the scale. I always shriek at her to not look more than once a week because it's really a great way to make yourself needlessly insane. However, Stace could rationalize a snake into biting itself. Regardless, I've lost another 2lbs! Woo hoo! I was particularly nervous because I haven't been eating all my points lately, and WW scolds and lectures that you should eat all your points or your body goes into starvation mode and fat can stubbornly cling to your body and refuse to let go. Now there's a thought for insomnia.

We also played the life-threatening, friendship-destroying, Russian roulette game of: "How much do you think I weigh--No don't run away!!" That's right, baby, I live on the edge. We both guessed low, while swearing to be honest, and agreed that curiously, it didn't matter. If you guessed high--the truth was that you were still lower, and if you guessed low--then well, yay. But accepted that whichever number was lower would win.

Also? I love my cat at all hours. He never scolds me for waking him up for some snogging.

ooo also

I Calvin and Hobbes.

Today's was particularly how I felt throughout all of grade school.

Ok, enough of this. Bed now.

spring break = spring cleaning?

Just got back from a terrific brunch with Judy and John. John apprehensively called me at 10 this morning for some computer help (happily I was awake and there was no need for violence). It always makes me giddy when John requires my help in any way, shape or form because it's so rare and is only ever about computers. We discussed hard drive options, prices, etc and then agreed to meet for brunch in Wallingford.

It was a great Seattle morning. A little overcast, but the promise of spring is everywhere and it wasn't too cold to wear just a tee-shirt! We walked down to the comic book shop on 45th and tried to find some new graphic novel EW has been lauding (which at this point I only remember as something Motherland). It wasn't there, and I think it might be too mainstream to be in a small shop. By the time we walked back to Jitterbug, our table was almost ready. Since we are all doing WW, it was an entertaining morning. Discussing and debating what we could get away with ordering and greedily calculating our flex points. We split a piece of heavenly banana-cranberry coffee cake to start. Purrr.

It turned into brunch and a show. From our window perch we watched some guy trying to park his Subaru Outback. He banged into the SUV behind him, like two completely separate times. He banged into it. Got out, looked for damage, then deciding there wasn't any, got back into his car and banged into it again. When are the Darwin awards coming out again?

I should clean my flat.
But I want to sack out on the couch and watch bad tv.
I should work out right now.
But I want to sack out on the couch and watch bad tv.
I should work on Ellie's quilt.
But I want to sack out on the couch and watch bad tv.

If I clean and work out, I'll feel like a saint and be satisfied. Not to mention the added bonus of a clean apartment and working off some of the small but magnificent Tully's coffee soft serve I had after brunch. If I sit around and watch tv, I'll feel guilty. But I'm a strong person. I can handle guilt, right?

Aiiee!! My inner dominatrix is giving me a really, really bitchy look. Fine fine. *sulk*

Things I will do todayNOW:

kitchen: dear god it's gotten out of hand. will start there
laundry: ah the joy of folding will soon be mine
bathroom: *sternlook* *whine* *glower* FINE--must scrub things, sweep and mop.
bedroom clutter: easy enough
living room clutter: way easy
trash: amass into bag and place ready by door

My multiple personalities have reached an agreement. If I quickly finish cleaning, I can sack out on the couch and watch bad tv, BUT I have to sit there and cut out quilt squares. Compromise is nice, but both sides are napoleon-ic yippy dogs--only satisfied with TOTAL CONQUEST.