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R. is taking me to Vegas for my bday. Well..actually a month before my birthday because we didn�t want to be there for Spring Break or the NCAA bullshit (which was a good time to avoid Vegas according to the handy guide I got at the library.) I now have 2 months to overcome my fear of flying OR get my Dr. to give me an Rx for Xanax. As soon as I hit �enter� to book the flights, I got that sick falling feeling in my stomach. And of course, there are only 2 direct flights a week out of Toledo and those were not options. That means a puddle jumper from Toledo to Cincinnati before we fly the big bird to Vegas. I feel sick. I did get a window seat however. Neither of us are interested in gambling. In fact, I detest gambling. I�m just going to see the sights, the eats and a day trip to the Grand Canyon. Oh..and the hookers.
Speaking of Las Vegas, so who really cares that Britney got herself liquored up and hitched? I am so sick of hearing about it. You�d think John Paul II married them while he was wearing fishnets and KISS make up by the way the media is (over) reporting it. I can see it worth mentioning maybe once in the gossip page but for fuck�s sake let it go. Because I was fat and lazy and couldn�t reach the remote, I suffered through 12 minutes of Entertainment Tonight�s �exclusive� coverage of the nuptials. Watching ET is just like smoking crack (is whack), it rots your brain. Ohmygod and the shameless self-promotion.. .. everything is a plug for the show or Mary Fucking Hart. I think she�s had some work done. She looks more like the �other� ET this days..the Spielberg version.
Winter arrived with a vengeance this weekend. After near record highs all week, Sunday turned to complete shit. It was 50� in the am and it looked like this by 3 pm.  Tonight the temps are supposed to be below zero. ::shudder:: And of course, I have another cold. The sniffly-achey-I-want-to-die type of cold. And I�m pretty sure the cold-care tea I�ve been drinking has been causing my insomnia. It�s been baaaaaaaaad the last couple of nights. Last night I was up at 3am doing loading the dishwasher trying to stop the repeated playing of �I�m So Lonesome I Could Cry� in my head.
I was going to go into some work bs..but I don�t want to get all pissed off before bedtime. I�ll cover that mess another time.
Now Playing: "Cold" Annie Lennox
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