I said this in the comments of my last post, but I'm going to say it again: I am such a lucky girl to have all of the nicest, funniest, smartest, most compassionate people in the world visiting my blog. You guys are awesome!
I didn't sleep that much last night--from 5ish a.m. to 6ish a.m. So I saw all kinds of TV. I got to see the same episode of 24 on two different channels. I got to see the Amy Winehouse video for "Rehab" approximately 32 times. I got to see the Dawson's Creek where Pacey and Joey get locked in a K-Mart. And, of course, Saved by the Bell, back when Screech was just a wacky high school geek without a sex tape.
Anyway, so I was pretty much in a daze most of the day. I completely embraced the fact that I looked like roadkill, and it was strangely liberating to let the world know I felt like shit instead of trying to cover it up like people usually do. I owned it, baby! I totally indulged, too--I got a massage. (Apparently my back is, like, worst ever. YEAH! He's all, "Usually people either have bad shoulders, or a bad lower back. One or the other. Your EVERYTHING is bad." Because, my friends, Swishy doesn't do anything half-assed!) And pretty soon I'm going to climb into a bubble bath with a chocolate shake and read Friend of Swishy Allison Winn Scotch's brand-new book The Department of Lost and Found. So, good stuff.
I am doing OK. I am still processing everything, but I will be OK.
So, the quickies:
* The snake update. There hasn't been a snake sighting in, like, a week. Last Friday, we got a crazy, crazy storm. It rained SO HARD! This is what the stairs from the parking lot looked like when I got home from work:
I was talking to my friend and I was all, "The snake has GOT to be dead now!" And she was like, "Are you kidding me? He's probably BIGGER now!"
So ... the snake watch continues.
* I caught a little bit of Oprah today. It was about aging, and Diahann Carroll, Nora Ephron and Geena Davis were on. They were so cool. They were just confident and funny and completely kickass. That is the one thing that I TOTALLY look forward to about getting older--just, like, owning my space better. Being more settled in who I am. (And if I can look like Diahann Carroll ... holy crap, that woman is 71! I had no idea!)
* Loyal People magazine subscriber that I am, I sent in my renewal way early to make sure my weekly fix of the Jolie-Pitts wasn't interrupted. And do you know what I got in the mail from People today? Like I need another reason to love that magazine:
You know life can't be that bad when you go out to your mailbox and find an iTunes gift card just for paying a bill!