I Have To Think Of A Title, Too?

1. Friday I worked an 11-hour day. Saturday I was in the office from 11 to 5. Sunday I wrote FOUR midterm papers. It was a beautiful, sunny weekend. The sort of weekend a girl might like to spend, say, sipping sangria and reading trashy mysteries on a terrace while being fanned by lusty houseboys. Not gulping tepid coffee and writing about the evolutionary implications of CHIMPANZEE TESTICLE SIZE.

Other things I might have enjoyed doing this weekend:

-Reading magazines and making lists of Things I Will Buy When I Have More Than $28.40 In My Checking Account
-Going to Target
-Eating a BLT
-Dancing in my kitchen
-Sleeping late
-Eating tortellini w/ cream sauce
-Eating tortellini salad dressed with olive oil
-Sitting outside at a sidewalk café

Of course, none of those things were any more likely to happen than I was to awake this morning in a bower constructed of gold ingots.

2. Tonight, I am attempting to make up for my lackluster weekend with wine and high-speed internet. Probably I should be doing something useful, like alphabetizing my books or bathing the cats, but I can’t bring myself to venture beyond the couch at the moment. I received yet another rejection letter yesterday, and though it was kindly worded and in response to a piece I wrote over four years ago, it still terrified me and delighted Miss Rothschild, who has talked of nothing else since it arrived.

3. I must say, everyone seems to be in a singularly foul mood this evening. The Actually is skulking around looking hopeless, and Irma has metamorphosed into a feline version of a sullen teen. She has taken to spending most of the day in “her room”—the office we have yet to unpack. She just stands there, staring at a wall and brooding. Whenever the other cats try to play with her, she smacks them and slinks away all GOD! NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME.

There she goes now:

I WEAR WHITE ON THE OUTSIDE, BECAUSE WHITE IS HOW I FEEL ON THE INSIDE.

4. My new computer has “chat.” I have used “chat” once before, in January, but I was very bad at it, due to my slow typing. Still, I like the idea of instant messenger or messager or whatnot–having a chance to talk to my blog friends nearly-in-person, with the scintillating possibility that I will alienate them all once they see how utterly dull I am in real time. So, if you have a “chat” name–mine is on the sidebar, you see–send it to me, and I will add it to my “Buddy List.” The Actually thinks it is very amusing to refer to this as my “Buddy-LESS,” as there is currently no one on it. He refuses to message me from across the room as well, because he has no sense of fun.

5. If you find, like I do, that a full-time job, school, planning a wedding, and keeping up with dozens of weblogs are simply not time-consuming enough, you may want to visit this site, for some excellent craft-y ideas. I thought I might start sewing this weekend, now that midterms are over. I wouldn’t want to run the risk of actually drawing a full breath, or anything. Damn you, Cricket, and your beguiling plush animals!

I think that is all for now. I would like to start posting more frequently, but alas I fear that will mean more brief, inane epistles like this one…