Back!

I was in London, and then I was in Marrakech, and then I was in a crappy van and a crappier bus and on a Spanish airport floor and then in Topshop and now I'm back.

Pictures to come, but this DNC wrap-up was in the U.K.'s Sunday Times and I had to find it online to share it. It's so mean-spirited and British. They find us so fat and crass and ( Read more... )

Bitching about working long hours is waaaay boring, I know, but I'm kind of amazed that I managed to work a 15.5-hour workday today. No joke, 10:30am to 2am (almost on the button!) without once leaving the office. Holy shit, man. And I didn't even save any lives or right any wrongs ( Read more... )

God, I hate plane crashes. I know, I know, they're not particularly loved by anyone, but they really turn my stomach and freak me the fuck out. And a big one had to happen a week or so before I'll be flying out of a specific airport? Forget these people's loss of life, serious injury, etc. The damage this does to my delicate nerves is criminal.

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It's a sunny Sunday, I'm awake and not hungover, and I'm spending the day inside at the office, freaking out about all that I have to do. And now the fire alarm is going off non-stop. Come on, world. Throw me a frickin' bone here.

Last  night we saw The Lion King on Broadway, and damn if it isn't as cool as everyone had said. The costumes were ( Read more... )

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Last night I was watching the Olympics-I know, shocker-and finally asked Roommate, for the 70,000th time, what was up with the swimming. We were watching the men's relay, which was an awesome, awesome race, so stressful I had to get up in the middle to get more cereal because I can't handle pressure-filled sports events (that one really big ( Read more... )

My stars were aligned today. Wow. 8/08/08? Overrated! 8/7 is the new 8/8!

First, I won tickets on the Shakespeare in the Park Hair online lottery. Yay! But I close half my section on Thursday, and I can't leave 'til it's done. No way, no how. And I only control about 30% of the speed of that; it's not like I can work my ass off to get out early. ( Read more... )

I took the morning off as a sick half-day, but I'm still kind of scratchy and sniffly. Sucks.

Thanks for the YA book suggestions, especially the book that covers 200 children's lit stories about the city from Stickles. On that note: Yesterday I was in a Barnes & Noble children's section looking for the Harold Square sequel-I don't know what I was ( Read more... )

I decided to come to work a few hours early this morning. Don't ask me why i thought that would be a good idea.

Twice in the past two weeks I've stayed up past 4am to finish a novel; both by the same author, Tana French. I recommended them to people (well, my mom) with a sort of shrugging endorsement, though I suppose I liked them more than just " ( Read more... )

I think the perks of my job are freaking killing me.

First I had a massage last week, to review for a story. It hurt like fuck and was generally uncomfortable. Bad enough, but now my neck is incredibly sore, and some numbness may suggest more than sore muscles, according to Dr. Dad. I'm downing Tylenol with codeine like it's candy-which is rare for ( Read more... )