Last night, I dreamed that I was sitting at my kitchen island, reading the paper, when someone suddenly jumped up beside me and yelled “Boo!” I literally lurched awake, gasping. It was so completely unsettling, I can’t even tell you. And I don’t even want to KNOW what it might mean, if these things ever mean anything. Suffice to say that as I type this, I keep looking behind me. I am so not in the mood for a gotcha now.
In other news, thanks to everyone who wrote to say they’d try to make my NY reading in May. Thanks to you, I may not have to truck in people from NC, as I originally feared. I promise to keep you posted (i.e. pester you mercilessly) with details as it gets closer. Needless to say, I am excited, both for the reading and the trip itself. I’m just hoping I have time to shop. It’s a necessity, right?
I have to say that lately, I am depressed by the lack of good stuff to watch on TV. Veronica Mars is still MIA—as we wait to hear her final fate, God help us—Gilmore Girls is a rerun tonight, Grey’s a rerun on Thursday. Yes, there’s a new Office (yeah!) but otherwise the offerings are looking awfully sparse. Frankly, I’m wondering if this is some worldwide conspiracy, so that Idol IS actually the only thing on and we have no choice but to get sucked into it. Paranoid? Probably. But I wouldn’t put anything past Fox. I have been taping Friday Night Lights on Bravo—which Lara Z., and many others, maintain is the best show I’m not watching—although I’m hesitant about staring them up as I’m sure they’re all out of order, and you know how confusing that can be. I’ve also been watching Intervention, which is great but oh so depressing, at least for the first forty-five minutes or so. And I am blaming the fact that I am back watching Work Out on Bravo on the fact that Project Runway is taking ENTIRELY too long to come back, although that’s probably not the whole reason. Still, it’s an excuse, right?
Finally, you know how sometimes you’ll hear a song, and like it, then buy it and listen to it nonstop, even if you KNOW you’re going to make yourself sick of it to the point of never wanting to hear it again? (Whew! That was a long sentence.) I do this all the time, which is why there are now so many songs on my iPod I have to skip over, even if once I lurrrved them more than anything. Right now, I’m still in that lurve stage with Ingrid Michaelson’s “The Way I Am,” which is one of those songs that is light and frothy and gets stuck in your head, but not in a bad way (like, say, another song: Manah-Manah!). Anyway, if you haven’t heard it, I just added it to my MySpace page, and now I can hear it everytime I go there. Which will probably make me sick of it that much sooner. Oh, well.