It's kind of grey, and I'm kind of blue. I haven't made a mark on the weekend. I read a good book (the Tama Janowitz) and then read a lot of crap. There's a certain naiveté in me, that I still think when it says 'New York Times bestseller' that there's some kind of guarantee of quality. Not so, not so. Much of it seems to be schlock and I'm so tired of books that have adults returning to childhood trauma and finding the real story, all seemingly for an excuse to write lurid violence. Ugh. I think I'm going back to my regency romances.
Panic swooped toward her like a bird of prey, blocking out the light with its wide wings, stealing her breath with their noisy flapping.
Owen was supposed to make us dinner last night but half the band was over and he wanted to cook for them too, and their wasn't enough so I said, "go ahead, and just make it for the guys." He happily agreed and they all ate a beautiful smelling beef and broccoli stir fry. I attempted to make quesadillas from our 'meh' meal the night before. That's smart, huh? Take something meh and attempt to make it better and end up with something even meh-er. I ate a few Cheetos because I needed some kind of satisfaction. We started a show on Acorn (Detectorists) but it wasn't grabbing me so I tried finding something good to read (see above) and finally just went to bed. Oh, and I also tried to work on our taxes and I think for the first year I am going to say uncle, and pay somebody. I'll have to file an extension but whatever (suggestions for a tax person who is patient with sloppy records?).
Then to cheer myself up I look up some blog posts by people I like, and I gotta say, after reading Amy Rigby's post I hopped onto Google to find Robert Christgau's most recent review and god damn it pissed me the hell off. Yes, in the first line we need to hear a compliment about her ex-husband…an ex-husband of many years no less. So then I had to Google 'Christgau Rigby Breasts' and sure enough I came up with another review. Lord.
Add to that, my blepharitis is acting up so my eyes are gritty and constantly running. Eh. And Monday tomorrow.
Oh, ok, one bright note. Leo got some new vinyl and I just got tickets for Ernie and him to go to a metalcore show in Joliet. Yes.
At least the guys enjoyed their dinner. Owen's cooking continues to shine.