So yesterday, it seems, was the beginning of a potentially dangerous pre-menstruation cycle. I spent most of the day by myself, with the compassion and care from the SM, lying in bed, reading a book, refilling my iPod and sleeping, perchance to dream. I didn’t come out until about 3:30 when I went down to the pool to get some sun on my pale, sad skin. For whatever reason, I just couldn’t face the noise of the TV, the garish sun in my face or the conversation that might have ensued if I had been in the family room versus the bedroom. It was too much. Today, I am considerably better however. The sunshine was a welcome energy this morning and I actually managed to muster out a “good morning” to my coworkers as I walked to my cubicle. Today shouldn’t be so bad.
The weekend on the whole wasn’t all that miserable. Friday night, the SM and I went to dinner at a local Japanese steakhouse and, don’t get too excited – joined BJ’s Wholesale Club. WHAT WHAT! We figured it’d do us good for bulk meat, bulk contact solution – the stuff we always use. Plus it’ll be great for when we head down to Charleston and have to feed five healthy grownups and one picky peanut-head. We can get 5 pounds of hamburger meat instead of buying a whole bunch of small packages, etc. Bulk meat…mmm. Saturday, we got the new jerseys for the softball team all printed out (they look fly, peeps! You’ll like the new logo!) and spent a little too much at Concord Mills. But Charlotte Russe had huge sales on sweats and chillin’ clothes (perfect for around the house, working out) all for half off! I got some really nice, soft yoga pants, and a few tanks for Charleston as well. You can’t beat $5 a tank for putzing around the outside markets and outlet malls. I did get a little sweatshirt that I didn’t try on that was too tight on my mammoth guns…so I’ll have to go get a bigger size in that. Otherwise, great shopping experience. The SM got a few tees at the Guess outlet too, and another pair of linen pants. You joke, but his ass looks like the 8th world wonder in those things. The fabric is magical.
Sunday as I mentioned, I was surprised to not get bed sores. I was a real loner. I bet if I look at my iPod today, it’ll be all sad, suicidal emo shit. I am not sure how many times I can listen to “Creep” by Radiohead without crying.
Last night, after my very J.D. Salinger-esque hermitage all day, I did manage to dye my hair again. Dark. With the vacation to Charleston coming up, I just can’t bring myself to drop $200 on a complete dye job to take it from dark brown to Jessica Simpson blonde again, when I know I will want inordinate amounts of shoes and seafood coated with Old Bay. There isn’t anyone who doesn’t like my hair dark, including myself, so I won’t be changing it for now. I might get a few highlights done at HairColorXperts or something, but that’s it. Besides, I think being a brunette allows you a little more respect than being a blonde. I feel smarter and cleverer. Not quite as fun but twice as naughty. It’s not the worst way to be. Unfortunately, when I dyed my hair, I got some of the dye on my forehead. I put conditioner all over myself to ensure this would not happen (as the dye can’t get to your skin that way) but fuck if that worked. It looks like Venom, from Spiderman 3, is slowly taking me over. Exciting for comic book nerds…pathetic and embarrassing for the rest of us.
After butchering my face with what appeared to be some evil force imagined by Stan Lee, I had the pleasure of watching Tony Hawk perform catastrophically on Million Dollar Password last night. I am a HUGE game show maniac and buff and there haven’t been many game shows better than Allen Ludden and even Bert Convy’s Password and Password Plus (in my book, at least). Tony Hawk ruined it for me. It was to the point that the contestant could have said the actual password and Hawk wouldn’t have caught on. I wasn’t sure before, but now I am pretty confident Tony Hawk is retarded. I had to go watch old reruns of the Match Game with Charles Nelson Reilly and a few episodes of Card Sharks to calm down.
From Jay Leno Friday: “The talk is that Hillary Clinton is going to try and help unite the party. She’s going to unite the party. But today, Bill Clinton says according to his experience, the party is usually over whenever Hillary shows up.” WORD. There is only so high you can hike up your power suits’ skirt. Hill is officially out and giving her full support to Obama. I’m interested to see how things shape up as November comes around.
Well, today starts a new week, doesn’t it? Back and the new grind. At this point, as I have mentioned, it’s been a lot to learn. Trying to learn how to do someone’s job, WHILE DOING someone’s job isn’t the best case scenario. But it could be worse. I could be at the vacuum place still, biting my nails, waiting for the other shoe to drop…or worse even, unemployed, giving hand jobs for quarters in the bus station. Or taking pictures of my Venom face for the internet and starting a paysite for comicophiles.
That might be a nice side venture though…
