Decent hours of sleep. Home-cooked meals. A looooong telephone rant of a friend and her (hilarious) dating disaster. Bag closet cleanup. Finding Fruitcake, Eraserheads’ coffee table book, and all college romance memories that went with it. Flight of the Conchords. Revisiting the powerful Wes Mendel monologue about how we’re being lobotomized by television in the pilot of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Six books bought in a span of two hours. Four hours of reading time while mother’s looking for saucepans and spatulas and measuring cups. Official House promo pics — love them. Family Guy. Balut in the middle of the night. New Cybertower “friends”. Finding out that I still know the complete lyrics of We Didn’t Start The Fire (being raised an only child could do this to you). More home-cooked meals. Moving to volume three of The Sandman series. New nail polish. Scouting For Girls.
Again, what’s not to like? Uh, I decided that LOVE is too strong a word, you know, like HATE? Both should be avoided for as long as you can.