I don’t nap often. I can’t slow down enough to get my mind to rest without the help of my meds. If you are curious, and I know you are, I don’t take sleeping pills. But sleep without chemical help remains an impossibility unless I am very exhausted. I was tired yesterday. I took a nap, slept for two hours, and woke up in the best mood. Then I puttered around for two hours, read a cook book (I’m so fucking domestic) and watched some television. My sister called as I was going to bed (you are fired Lex). Remind me to call her today…. it’s on my list of things to do.

It’s Friday, and those of you who had the week off, I would like to share my bitterness and loathing. It’s unfair and cruel to keep me locked indoors. I want to hug a tree, damnit! Give me freedom, or at least give me a few days off.

CURSES ON YOUR HOUSE

I’m done now.

I just realized that D has the week off and technically I cursed my own house. That could be problematic.

So, what are you plans for New Year’s Eve? I have a date with Anne. Don’t hate…she loves me. And we are both old ladies with limited funds who need to get our drunk on. And ladies and gentlemen – I plan on drinking more than 6 beers! I know! It’s shocking! There could be a wicked hangover in my future. Then again, I could use my newly found anti-hangover recipe so that I can have all the fun without the ick that inevitably comes. I’m old. My body hates me. It loves hangovers. But I combat it with all of this before I go to bed: pepto – one fair swig, a glass of V8 Fusion – I’m partial to the Strawberry-banana, a multivitamin, at least one quart of water, and something with carbs – crackers or bread. If you still feel ill in the morning, have a banana. Oh, and work out or walk the following day. Your body wants to expel the poison, the toxins. Help it out.

My week, although weighed down by work, swirled around indulgent dinners and wine. Ladies and gentlemen, I drank twice this week! I’m just a crazy person. And, D and I went to both Taste and Babbos. The latter came via an invitation from Amanda and Adam. I can’t say no to Babbos. Then I got a little happy with all of the wine, everyone reconvened at our place, drank more wine, and I got a little manic. When I get the least bit soused, I like to talk about music. It’s annoying trait that I’ve tried to embrace, and it’s fine when it’s just D and I, but if there are other people in the house, I want to illuminate them and share my love particular bands and songs. Then I get all up in the art. I showed them my Da Vinci book. Then the Suicide Girls book. Then I realized I was embarrassing myself with the gushing and silliness. So, Amanda, I’m sorry if I bored you. Sometimes I have puppy-like traits, where I wiggle and squirm and just want to share the love. Luckily I won’t pee on your leg. (remember that time Julie….hehehe).

I get to meet D for lunch. That makes me very happy.

My birthdaughter turns 13 in just over a week. I am officially old now. Jesus.

I had more to write about, but I’m more than a little hyper and think that I shall leave you all for now.

Oh! One more thing. Rebecca, one of my two belly-dancing ladies, gave me a CD filled with belly dancing music. I giggle when I heard 5 Dead Can Dance songs on it – and three were live versions! I have to raid her house and rip all of her live stuff. And I have two belly dancing DVDs coming today. Perhaps this new obsession comes as a surprise, but I am very happy to be moving in that manner, to allow my hips and shoulders and hands to sway. Music is in my soul, and this belly dancing thing (side note – this is tribal or fusion belly dancing, not the traditional style) has reawaken something primal and joyful in me.

I hope you have a wonderful Friday and a beautiful New Year! I’m doing this ahead of time because I practically fall off this site during my time off…..