Some people talk and you hear a bell ring, some people talk and you can't hear a thing

This morning I woke up at my usual time, which is a usual Saturday thing. AFter a week of getting up near the 7 am hour, my body doesn't break the habit right away. I didn't mind since I fell asleep around 11:30 after getting accidentally drunk. This is what happens when I go from consistently having a few drinks a week, spread out over a few evenings to never drinking a lot (but smoking up a storm). I become a cheap date. Half a bottle of red wine and I became cocky and horny and somewhat belligerent. But damn am I a tease, even to myself. I went to bed and immediately became this cuddly baby bear squirming around with the sheets and pillows and Sophie, drifting off to sleep not too long after a few minutes with the vibrator and then my face hitting the pillowcase. So much for talking big.

Last night I opened the beaujolais because it had been sitting there for weeks and needed to be consumed when we were both there since we both bought it. And I made eggplant cutlets with al dente pasta with burgundy marinara sauce and Miles Davis was playing in the next room, so opening a bottle of wine to get tipsy while eating a late dinner on Friday night just seemed right. This is how it is. I hang christmas lights in november and leave them up until June, and sometimes I pretend I live in NYC but just as often I pretend I live in Chicago, and I buy fruity scented candles from the drugstore to burn in the bathroom, and I dance with my dog while singing to her, and I subscribe cheaply to Esquire magazine but never ever read an issue, just leaving it out for random houseguests to peruse then I throw them away six months later or just as often they get used in art projects, and sometimes I go through phases where I only want to watch movies I've seen before but now that phase is over.

And then sometimes I leave the burner on to keep the pasta warm and the cheap plastic collander melts onto the pot and ruins them both while also filling the apartment with toxic gas. But that's why we have windows that open and fans that turn and incense to burn.

This morning I took the dog out and made a huge breakfast of two eggs over medium and toast and apple-pork sausages and then I went right back to bed and slept for nearly two hours. Now I will have coffee and things will be right with the world even though I need a new pot and I don't have much money (at least until Friday) and across the world cities are on fire and people think this is okay. But sometimes you have to do laundry, in the midst of everything falling apart because it's just what you have to do.

Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to cancel....

At 11:13 am while trying to get dressed, BucknerFan called to say she wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it out of the house in time for the movie. I wasn't surprised. Not in a "she always cancels so I'm not surprised" way, though we do sometimes have a habit on cancelling each other, but we're mutual criminals on that front. But more in a "I knew this would happen" way of not being surprised. This isn't the first time this week it's happened.

So I sipped my coffee instead of gulping and settled down on the futon while still only half-dressed. And we ogled the hot folks on "While You Were Out" and though I may not be in the majority, I actually prefer it over Trading Spaces. Maybe because it's always these really cute couples who do these really nice things for each other and it's all romantic and sweet and gushy.

I did do my federal taxes, since that could be done sitting down. Telefile is my new favorite way to pay. Even though I saved every damn music-related receipt for 2002, it wasn't worth doing itemized deductions since they created this new $3,000 exemption thingy. Yeah, I said thingy. I know how to do my own taxes and have a vague idea of how everything works, but I'm certainly no H&R Block employee. But yeah, a few hundred dollar refund is a good thing.

Oh my, the gay Fabio fashion consultant on TLC's What Not To Wear is killing me. Killing me! "Why in the world is that jacket so short?!?!"

I'm actually really looking forward to my outing this evening to the suburban lesbian bar. Not so much because of the bar itself, but because of the company. Maybe I'll even dress up to look even more fagalicious.

Okay, no more wasting time online. I'm going to run the dishwasher, bag up some clothes, and then maybe watch some Buffy. Hey, it's on the to-do list, so it counts as a daily accomplishment.