Tired old ass
Sorry I've been gone so long. I had a blog meltdown. You know, why the hell am I doing this/why did I write that/blah blah blah? Ad nauseum, ad nauseum. Anyway, I'm writing now because I feel like it for the first time in a while. Of course this is while I'm supposed to be doing freelance, so I'm being bad while I'm being good. Sounds about right, eh?
I've been doing okay. I had a big my-fat-ass-on-the-couch period this weekend. From Saturday morning to Sunday afternoon I did nothing except eat, read, and watch TV. Oh, and nap. I'm ashamed of myself. In my defense, I went out or did freelance every night last week. Friday alone involved Mary's and nearly a six-pack just my own little (ha) self. Plus I was crampy and was adjusting my new anti-anxiety meds all weekend, so it was not THAT bad that I did nothing. Except that it made me feel like shit.
I've also seen three movies in eight days. Quite impressive, especially as I think I matched the number of movies I saw in all of 2006. Waitress was pretty good, a little cute for my taste. I loved Knocked Up. And Oceans' Thirteen was fine: what you'd expect, funny quips and totally unfollowable, or least more fun if you quit trying. It was at a theater where you can order food and beer during the movie. I had never done that. Think I prefer dinner before or after the movie, but it was interesting.
BTW, it's pouring outside right now. I hope it's raining this hard at my house. You wouldn't believe how often I've driven home in the rain to find not a drop has fallen at my house. It's quite confusing and makes my garden, such as it is this year, sad.
I'm seeing two bands this week: tomorrow is Great Lake Swimmers and Wednesday is the National, both at the Earl. I'm going to wear my tired old ass out. But, yay!
I gotta get on this freelance crap now. I am so ready for this damn project to be over.
I've been doing okay. I had a big my-fat-ass-on-the-couch period this weekend. From Saturday morning to Sunday afternoon I did nothing except eat, read, and watch TV. Oh, and nap. I'm ashamed of myself. In my defense, I went out or did freelance every night last week. Friday alone involved Mary's and nearly a six-pack just my own little (ha) self. Plus I was crampy and was adjusting my new anti-anxiety meds all weekend, so it was not THAT bad that I did nothing. Except that it made me feel like shit.
I've also seen three movies in eight days. Quite impressive, especially as I think I matched the number of movies I saw in all of 2006. Waitress was pretty good, a little cute for my taste. I loved Knocked Up. And Oceans' Thirteen was fine: what you'd expect, funny quips and totally unfollowable, or least more fun if you quit trying. It was at a theater where you can order food and beer during the movie. I had never done that. Think I prefer dinner before or after the movie, but it was interesting.
BTW, it's pouring outside right now. I hope it's raining this hard at my house. You wouldn't believe how often I've driven home in the rain to find not a drop has fallen at my house. It's quite confusing and makes my garden, such as it is this year, sad.
I'm seeing two bands this week: tomorrow is Great Lake Swimmers and Wednesday is the National, both at the Earl. I'm going to wear my tired old ass out. But, yay!
I gotta get on this freelance crap now. I am so ready for this damn project to be over.
posted by reallymadcow at 3:12 PM
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