It's Monday

H. G. Wells

I'm hungry. No, I'm fucking starving. All I've eaten all day is a yogurt and a bagel, and that was close to 12 hours ago. After taking my friend home, I pretty much just sat around and studied and read H. G. Wells. I fucking love H. G. Wells. My dad thinks that's weird, but I honestly don't see how anyone could not love The Food of the Gods or The War of the Worlds; they're really excellent books and I can always ignore whatever else is going on in my life when I'm getting my Wells on.

I spent the whole weekend with good friends, and some family too. Since my weekend starts on Thursday, I went to Santa Monica with some pretty excellent people and I'm pretty sure we offended more than a few innocent tourists in one way or another. Then we went back to the AV and made the best cheesecake in the universe. So on Friday I had lunch with my pops and dinner with my mom and sister; the best thing about having divorced parents is you get two of lots of things, like birthday meals. They were both excellent and undoubtedly fattening. On Saturday I more or less just hung around the house half-dressed. Then a friend came over and we hung around half naked together. It was great, except that he was convinced that I am both a lesbian and worse than Stalin. I really can't complain though.

On Sunday, my two best girlyfriends came over and we acted ridiculous and played really loud music on the surround sound system. A glass got broken and I got a really attractive bruise on my foot. I don't know how either of these things happened.

Anyway, since spring is in the air, my allergies are making my face swell and my throat tickle and just trying to kill me in general. But all these allergens sure are pretty, let me tell you.

I have so many things I need to do before next Monday. One of them is eat dinner. I'm starving, in case you missed that part. I want to go eat tons of sushi right now, but nobody wants to go eat tons of sushi with me, and that's just not something I can do alone. There are lots of things I can't do alone, I've found. I don't think I ought to list them here, being this is a public forum, more or less. At any rate, I'm really very hungry. I'm considering making myself a breakfast burrito, but I know deep down that it won't be half as good as a Joey burrito and I'll just end up disappointed. I'm going to eat a bowl of Frosted Flakes instead. No disappointment there.

I'll leave you crazy blog-readers with this excellent song by Dave Van Ronk, who is excellent.