yay sleep

So my sloth-day was fabulous. I did eventually have to get out of bed because my ass was getting sore. I feel so much better. And I think if a cold was brewing, it's been chased away. Yay!

All that sleep meant that there was no way I was sleeping in much today. I hopped out of bed and fed the kitty and am considering if I should clean up around here a bit. It's not that messy now, but if I clean it up today, it won't devolve into a pigsty. So yes, maybe a little cleaning today.

I'm was looking for a blank tape to dump Amazing Race out from TiVo for Jeff. And I decided I shouldn't use the tape I usually use because it's old and the label's brown and curling up at the edges. So I dug through a stash and popped in a nice crisp looking one. It had this old recording of a Michael Crawford special that my ex-boyfriend Keith taped for me once upon a time.

I'd never ended up watching it. So I'm watching it now. God, most of my teen years were spent lumbering around my bedroom in Phantom-of-the-Opera angst. He's so cute! And British! And charming! It's apparently for a PBS telethon. I love him. I'm torn between saving it or just watching it quickly and taping over it. Because as much as I'm sitting here swooning, I won't likely watch it again. Hrm. Hrm. But I don't want to watch it now. Hrm. Poor Jeff is going to get the crusty tape, which he's too nice to mind. Of course first I have to figure out how to get that to work. I tried it just to see if it would, and it hasn't yet. Must connect vcr to TiVo properly. Hrm. I can work on that tonight.

Also, there is more Veronica Mars to watch, see. What am I going to do when I'm all caught up? I hate waiting week-to-week. Tv on dvd has ruined me for life.

Also at some point I need to watch the damn dvds that are here from Netflix. Before Sunrise/Sunset and Playing God for the exclusive reason that I want to see David Duchovny looking hot.

I'm looking forward to today, though. Jeff and I have our spa-day. Mmm salt-scrub. I am going to be so soft *preen*! First, though, lunch. And Jeff (who is a home-made card-making stud) is going to come with me to Impress and I'm going to pick up supplies for Amy's bridal shower cards.

Post-spa fun, Sarah and I are going to try to catch Bride & Prejudice. And Thai food. Jeff has once again introduced a spectacular restaurant to my life. Racha Thai in lower Queen Anne has the best won ton soup I've ever had in my life. It was orgasmic. So Sarah and I going to grab some dinner there.

I've made a menu plan for the next week and plan on sticking to it.

In irritating news, I hate the entire airline industry. I'm too irritated to rant about it even. It's as frustrating and irrational as this administration. But I waited a few days and now the airline tickets for my parents shot up $100 each. So I bought them before anything else goes wrong. But I'm irritated (yes, irritated is the word of this paragraph) that I didn't just buy them when they were $182 and not $287. Hiss. And the ticket to Oakland is up to $330. It's nice that I can afford the flights now, but I'm still just pissed about it. So I don't know that I'm going to visit the nephews this March. I'm going to Oakland in May anyway for Amy's bridal shower, so that's a firm, set thing. My parents will be so sad, though. My going to Oakland in March was to coincide with their trip there, and I know they miss me and are sad. So hrm. But $330 *howl*

So I'm considering it. Anyhow. Must make grocery list for later. And watch more Veronica Mars.

if i were a field, you would be in clover

I have no idea what this song means. But I love it. I think it's about suicide. For attention? No idea. Aahhhh. Songs must have meaning.

Anyhow. Yay for Sundays. I decidedly did not clean the kitchen, but sat around watching more Veronica Mars and messing with the TiVo. I need to hook the vcr up properly so I can transfer things. No idea how to do it.

Met Jeff at U Village and squeeed at all the card-making pretties. God. The very small part of me that is a be-ribboned, pink, frilly frock-wearing girl came out in full force. Jeff, admirably, did not bolt from the store, but carried things and was helpful. We grabbed a quick lunch and hurried to Habitude.

( Orgasmic Detail of my Spa Adventure. )

Anyhow. Once that was over, Jeff and I were human-pudding. I dropped him back at U Village and met Sarah to catch up and make her listen to my spa experience in excruciating detail. She was very patient. Hee. We hung out and made our way to Racha Thai for dinner and Judy would be so proud--Sarah ate her shrimp tails. We were going to see Bride & Prejudice, but trying to find parking in lower Queen Anne when there's a Key Arena event was so time consuming, we actually couldn't make it. And neither one of us much minded. We wandered past Twice Told Tales and were sucked in by the forces of Fine Literature (specifically, the Children's section). Much squeeage occurred, and really, the sign of a spectacular bookstore is a wandering kitty, and this shop had three. God they were wonderful. God I love cats. How do people not love cats? What kind of sick people are they? Excuse me, I must go pet Hobbes.

Anyhow. Our wallets lightened, we strolled back to the car.

( What I bought )

I was glad to get another early night in. I got home, fed the voracious beast, tidied up my flat and am now doing laundry and the dishes and generally preparing for another work week.

My goal this week is to get into bed by a geriatric-10pm. I need the rest, and I also realize that I'd like more time in the morning instead of bolting out the door with my hair uncombed. It'd be nice to get up, have breakfast, spend some time with Hobbes, and then set out with a comfortable travel margin.

Judy is coming over tomorrow night for dinner and chill-time. She's wonderful. She asked if we could have some hang-out time because the next month is crazy for us both. Both of us have visitors coming and travel plans coming up, and it was just a lovely idea to have some time to hang out together. I love her. So I suggested she come over for dinner after Amanda's class tomorrow. Yay! A quick WW friendly meal of balsamic chicken and mushrooms over rice.

Eek! 45 min before bedtime! Still some cleaning up to do and I think I can squeeze in one more Veronica Mars episode!

WHINE

Newsflash: Being responsible is not fun. I have two more eps of Veronica Mars and goddammit it's good and I wanna watch. But I have to go to bed now.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.