Look at all you people, with the cleaning and the being productive! I spent all day lazing around the house until it was time to meet friends for dinner, at the African restaurant that just opened up in Amherst. ("African" in this context seems to mean "West African": yams, plantains, black-eyed peas, etc.) Then we played some pool, then I came home to find a message on my phone from Cute Bookstore Guy. Called him back -- he wants to make me dinner on Tuesday!
Now I am going to watch
Vertigo
and leave the cleaning of the kitchen until tomorrow.
I think msbelle should call Tom. or someone should. sadly, I am not drunk enough. DH might be.
Kate, insent.
I have too much to do between now and 8:30. WHY!?
Well Tom is now asleep. I was running around doing stuff or I would have called.
This GA recap show is not making me happy. I wanted a new show!
I am gonna do something else.
Hey, macarena!
That song was playing in Radio Shack yesterday. Both the saleswoman and I were like, "WTF? This song?"
OMG I just found the notebook in which I was writing my play for playwriting class in 1992. It would have been a slacker classic had I not stopped going to class and actually finished it.
"WTF? This song?"
The local radio station played a bluegrass cover of it a fortnight ago. Very funny.
This GA recap show is not making me happy. I wanted a new show!
FTR, this is karma for all of the mean things you were AIMing me about missing grey's anatomy.
A sample scene from my play:
Scene: Greg in the kitchen with a helium balloon
Enter April
A: What are you doing?
G: Helmut got me started. I'm trying to find the point of equilibrium where the top of the balloon just touches the ceiling.
A: Helmut is such is a wacko.
G: He, of course, got it on the first try. I have been struggling for almost an hour.
A: Oh my GOD, where did you find that cheese? I've been searching everywhere for food.
g: No Ape, that's the last piece of cheese!!! The crackers just don't have the same weight to them. Have a cracker...
A: Ew, wheat thins. I hate them. Give me the cheese, I'm starving!
G: No.
A: Just a bite. A bite won't matter.
April lunges for the cheese
G: GET AWAY FROM THE CHEESE!
April takes a big bite from the cheese.
G: You bitch
The balloon has achieved "equilibrium" with just the top grazing the ceiling.
G: You BITCH!
A: I'm such a genius.
Scene.
And that's why I never became a playwright....
EAT IT MISSY!!
The other thing I was doing is something FOR YOU!!!!
