Omw! I drank an entire pot of coffee (not exaggerating one bit, although I wish I was) earlier today because I couldn’t snap out of the lazy mood from watching Six feet Under all day, but instead of giving me a jolt, it fu*ken made me fall asleep again. Until I woke up an hour (or two) later, at which time I decided to re-read My Everyday Soap (Opera!) and Who is Mich ?, cut to me hours later and wired off my arse! Now I can’t sleep, and I have to get up early tomorrow morning to walk 10K (AIDS Walk LA). How the heck am I supposed to look all luxurious when I meet my fellow celebrities, with huge bags under my eyes? Como? Dime? No es posiblé? I guess I’ll have to be fantabulous in my big sunglasses.
All of this made me realize something about myself today, boys and girls: I am an addict.
1. Coffee, obviously. But it’s good for you and all of the cool kids do it, so... whatever.
2. Six Feet Under. Thanks Andy, it’s your fault, I’m sending you the bill from rehab.
3. Far’s blog, My Everyday Soap (Opera!)
4. Mich’s blog, Who is Mich?
I might have a slew of new addictions to post about tomorrow. I better ring the Betty Ford now, and have them keep a room open for me. Promises is so yesterday and... you know, The Betty is like the Chanel #5 of rehabs.
I need to get my hands on some tranquilizers.