I am so tired this
Posted by: Liz | From: March 26, 2004
I am so tired this morning that I feel like I'm moving underwater. Luckily there are these two lists on the McSweeney's web site this morning that made me laugh and laugh. Speaking of McSweeney's, it seems we're back on track for Thursday night readings, so if you're in the city you should pop on by. Last night was a lovely reading with Jim Shepard and Kelly Link. As Kelly was being introduced, I leaned over and whispered to Abby that I didn't really like her story in the last McSweeney's. Which of course caused Kelly to be sitting directly behind me. You should also know that Scott uses us McSweeney's folk as seat fillers, meaning we have to sit in the very first row at readings, and when you're at a small bar, the first row is oh, say, four feet from the reader. So I sat there mortified that she might of heard me, while she read an absolutely wonderful story about convenience stores, novelty pajama bottoms, love, and zombies. Yes, I am one classy girl.Afterwards we had a nice Apprentice viewing where we basked in the sheer stupidity of Team Stupid. It was a glorious stupid, a stupid that made us giddy and excited. What do people want to win when they're at Atlantic City? A car rental for the evening! Beautiful, breathtaking stupidity. Truly, we were humbled. And midway through the episode, I realized I knew who was being kicked off because earlier I had looked ahead to next week's one sentence synopsis on tvguide.com and the one sentence was: "A romance goes sour." (I just went to link to this, and they have since changed the sentence! Too little too late, plot wreckers.) Any hoo, for a romance to go sour next week, Katrina was the only obvious boot this week. Unless of course Kwame and Troy have a little somthin somthin goin' on we don't know about. Which would be awesome.
We consumed a bad amount of pizza and strawberry twizzlers, which apparently, you should never do right before you have to go to bed on a work night. J tossed and turned all night, keeping me awake as well. It wasn't any gentle tossing and turning, either. He would rear up, pause, and then crashing down onto the mattress with a aggravated sigh, all the while gripping the sheets and wrenching them untucked and twisted. Perhaps this is why I dreamed I kissed another guy. But no matter, I just dreamed I was feeling guilty afterwards. I have very moral dreams.
When Max pops up on the bed and I'm in the middle of a dream, there's a weird moment where I integrate Max into my dream, but as an anthropomorphic figure. So before I fully wake up, I have thoughts like, "If Max keeps acting like this, I'll never be able to take him to lunch with that big producer," or "He'd be perfect to star in Joan of Arc." These are both real examples, the last one leading me to think I should keep track of these thoughts. I'll keep you updated.
Did you know that if you are boiling rocks for Passover, the acceptable objects are not limited to rocks? It's true! You can also use a blow torch. Or, you can be like me and not know what your co-worker is talking about when she says "boiling rocks for Passover" and have to look it up online (yet again).
Enjoy your weekend. Here is a four-eared kitten.
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