Well, the blog is all abuzz. Sort of. I finally found two topics that people want to comment on: Vanity Fair and stalkers. Although the tables have turned, and the stalker shall become the stalked.* Yes, we have found Modam. And, yes, we are really bored today.**
On to the weekend plans!
* Taking Rowen to the dog park instead of going to yoga because I suck and didn’t take her last night. She has been so neglected this summer, and last night she took it out on my flip flop. But she’s still the bestest dog ever.
* Going to a birthday party. Bearette24 had a post on her blog yesterday or the day before about being “dumped” by friends. This is a birthday party for a friend I’ve essentially been dumped by. She was my first friend in Austin, and that first lonely summer, we went out to dinner, took her dogs for walks, attended various events. And then, over the winter, she suddenly stopped returning my phone calls. I think she realized what I was starting to get an inkling of: We just didn’t have a whole lot in common. Unfortunately, she was one of two friends. And I dumped the other one after realizing that (a) our values were wildly divergent, (b) she didn’t respect me for who I am and spent much of our time together telling me who I should be, and (c) I never felt good about myself after spending time with her. Anyway, I’m not entirely sure why I’m invited to this party or why I’m going. And I’m very nervous about the Peach Brown Betty that I’m taking because it’s a new recipe and it doesn’t look anything like the Apple Brown Betty that my mother used to make.
* Coming home early from the party to start my DVD & magazine marathon.
Saturday & Sunday
For those just tuning in, I’m in a serious funk this week. So the plan for the weekend is a full schedule of wallowing in self-pity, watching DVDs (Entourage, Season 1, Disc 1; Buffy, Season 4---Riley!---Discs 1 and 2, maybe a couple of movies), reading magazines, and taking naps. I may also finally finish the book cozy and start a new project. Maybe if I get really ambitious, I’ll write a little. Or maybe not.
That’s my weekend. And none of you are invited. But let me know what you are up to. Or don’t.
* Unfortunately I think this is less a stalking than a wave from the crowd. A stalking is much too exciting to hope for in my life.
** And, no, I am not adopting the royal We; I have co-conspirators. They shall remain unnamed. It should also be noted that I am lazy and depressed, so not likely to follow through with any stalking plans.