1. You notice the episode of Wishbone you watched was written by Mo Rocca. Which is just plain cool.
2. You figure it's an easier way to lose a few pounds than exercise.
3. The whole "being waited on hand and foot" thing is nice. Run to Redbox and pick up a movie? You got it! More saltines? Right away, ma'am!
Blerg. Even then, it's still not worth puking your brains out. Obviously, the other stuff I had planned will have to wait. Also, I would for reals buy Wishbone on DVD. I love that show.
Or
In Which I Get Ranty About Something Really Stupid
(Consider yourself warned.)
We got a letter from the apartment management tonight--exterminators are coming to take care of the invisible ant problem tomorrow. Okay, I understand the need to take preventitive measures, but it's at a really inconvienient time AND they made us move all of the furniture out from the wall. Which is large and heavy and laaaaaame. I don't know, it's really not that big of a deal, but I just was so not in the mood tonight to cope. And I don't know if they meant all the stuff from our closets, too, but that crap is staying right where it is. With the help of my stronger roommates, we were able to get everything moved, but it was still a pain. In the moving, I found a dollar behind the chest o' drawers. In this situation, there is only one process for an instant pick-me-up.
1. Drive to the fake downtown.
2. Sing along at the tippy-top of your lungs to the following songs on the radio: Lamar's On the Wings of Love, Miley Cyrus' See You Again, and Sean Paul's Temperature. Strange mix, but even stranger that I knew the words to all three.
3. Purchase this little beauty from Mickey D's.
4. Scarf it down faster that you can say "I'm lovin' it."
5. Hope that the rest of the week goes better.
P.S. Can I get a holla for the new iPhone?
P.P.S. I graduated from high school exactly three years ago. This makes me feel simultaneously very old and very young.
P.P.P.S Back tomorrow with some semblance of normalcy.
