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.