Thursday, April 20, 2006


I am so proud! I just eeked out 994 words of critical crap, er, analysis of How to be Good. And now I'm going to do a to list:

  1. pay s.t.
  2. pay artists
  3. find a new epithet for business partner (motherfucking, cocksucking, asshole, piece of shit just seems so inadequate)
  4. sweep up the dog hair
  5. get photos printed for upcoming show (my very own show at NOT my very own gallery, they like me, they really like me)
  6. mat and frame said photos
  7. mat and frame bean's december birthday present (i haven't forgotten, just lame)
  8. frame e&s's painting that i've had for a year
  9. drink three or four more draft ciders before bed
  10. take two or three valerian pills before bed
  11. go to sleep on k's chest
  12. wake up at 2am with a start; think of things that i forgot to add to this list; roll over twenty three times before drifting off at 5:33am
  13. wake up at 5:50 am
  14. brush teeth
  15. take a shower with k - nice, big, new shower!!!
  16. don't forget cooler and thingymabob for stuff for party tomorrow night
  17. meet with death penalty dude (why did i have to squeeze that in?????)
  18. party in the wonderfully unairconditionedplace that is my gallery
  19. bitch at business partner about unairconditionedness of the place and use new epithet under my breath as he consumes an entire county's share of wine and cheese that i've paid for while he opines on and on about the virtues and contemporary need for recognition of ayn rand's atlas shrugged and brags about the "fact" that he is just as skinny (not) and fetching (not) as k.
  20. go home with k -maybe have sex, maybe just play backgammon.


Thursday, April 6, 2006


I just spoke with K. who tells me that he took Sadie, our 9 year old lab, with him to work today. He had taken the 2 year old yesterday, because one of his clients had wanted to meet her, bu Sadie was so sad that he had to give her a turn. Now this dog is the best dog ever - even better than Dooce's Chuck I'd wager.

But, in reading about Chuck today, I remembered a funny picture we have of our little darlin'. We always close off the kitchen because we have open cabinets instead of pantries (comes from years of cheffing) and Sadie, well, she gets hungry when we're not there. So, we, like I said, always, always close the kitchen off. Well, not always apparently.

After returning home from a big ole party a while back, we found that she had eaten an entire bag of tortillas. Nope, I don't know why they were sitting out, other than the fact that I am one heinous housekeeper. But Sadie seemed to enjoy them, and so we decided to punish her by making her wear the bag:

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

Wasting Time

I cannot believe that I have just sat here in my office and wasted at least an hour reading, not a blog, but the comments on a blog. On sleep methods for six or something month olds. What the hell?! I mean, I do not give a rat's patooty about the subject and I certainly don't give one about what other bloggers think about the subject. And yet I scroll...... hanging on every meaningless (to me) word.

I think I'm mentally ill. I have two books to read for next week, an essay to revise (one that I'm reading in public in Oxford on Saturday, no less), four papers, no five, that are already past due. I think I'm mentally ill...oh I already said that. Must be true.

How in the world can I get on track?

Is there a support group for blog addicts???? Apparently it's a real thing: I googled it (the phrase "blogging addiction") and came back with no less than 13K hits. Yep, that's thirteen thousand hits, like this one, for instance.

So, I'm off to read EVERY SINGLE MEANINGLESS WORD OF THEM.......... grad school will have to wait.