One minute and the next.

I was almost sabotaged with a case of the Mondays.  The amount of sleep I got last night could be generously described as “modest,” since I couldn’t stop trying to do my best Tumbleweed impression and my phone tried to die at 6:50 AM.

It was not appreciated and I was not deterred.

Why?  More gorgeous weather = another day of open windows and time spent on the patio with a cheese plate after work.  When you have brie in the fridge that needs to be eaten, you have to make it happen.

My rendezvous with the library continues.  Today I cruised the Amazon Bestsellers list and reserved another 15 books.  And yes, I shamelessly think of it as “my queue.”

Don’t hate the player, hate the game.  I’m saying yes to literacy.

What is a mess: The Bachelor Pad.

Not that you needed me to tell you that.  One minute, I’m a books-reader, the next I’m a trash TV connoisseur.

Marcus agreed to watch parts of it tonight and I couldn’t begin to explain to him what’s happening on the show or why.  Mind you, I’m somewhat reassured by the fact that I don’t think anyone who is on the show knows what’s going on either.

It’s like Real World meets The Bachelor/Bachelorette meets Big Brother meets Survivor.  And it’s best consumed with a bottle of wine.


2 responses to “One minute and the next.

  1. Don’t worry, Barry and I watch Bachelor Pad too. I think it’s way more entertaining than plain old Bachelor/Bachelorette.

  2. I made Justin watch bachelor pad last night too!

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