Friday, February 18, 2011

Layed Up

Here I am, on my couch, with a heating pad on my back, on a Friday night. Maybe I'm old, but my back has given up this week. It is done and I have no choice but to give in to it's incessant whining in the form of intense pain when I make any sort of movement. I have been "hobbling" around all day (as my friend Nicki said), more like waddling and I was caught more then once doing stretches and yoga poses in my office today.

But now I'm just here, lying prostrate, at first watching 30 Rock and now listening to the new Radiohead album, (it's good, REAL good). Give up the Ghost may be my new favorite song.

All in all, not a super terrible Friday night . . . as long as I don't move anything. Dancing is NOT an option, although I really want to follow Thom's example.

Saturday, February 5, 2011


After living in my apartment for over 7 months I finally got internet. FINALLY. Not that I have been wanting it so badly or really need it for that matter, but it's nice to be connected. And my goal- to blog again.

I have blue ray that plays netflix and I have been watching 30 rock all day (I am still in my pjs). But I can't get the pandora to work (annoying) and my wireless keeps booting me off (SUPER annoying). I wish I knew anything about internet.

So here I sit, on my couch, with my laptop, watching 30 rock, while my cute boyfriend cooks in the kitchen (sweets for the super bowl), how did I get so lucky?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Confessions . . .

If I don't make my bed before work, I think about it all day and have to make it as soon as I get home.

Sometimes I do my "stand up" routine in front of the mirror and use a hairbrush as a microphone.

I am either a little superstitious or a little OCD (probably both).

When I'm out at a restaurant I sometimes pay more attention to other people's conversations than I do to the one I am having (rude, I know).

When I fantasize about winning the lottery I don't think about things I will buy or places I will go, my biggest fantasy is paying off my debt.

I think that if Zach Braff and I met we would end up being good friends.