I find it ridiculous that my hormones have the ability, in the blink of an eye, to make me feel like a complete crazed maniac who has been zipped into a fat suit. One minute I’m fine and the next I feel like “fat Monica” and could very easily burst into tears at the drop of a hat. Quel horreur!
I’ve been in full-on recluse mode, having cancelled all of my plans this week in favor of staying in under large blankets to bond with my big screen tv. I’m planning to break out of this bubble of reclusion tomorrow and become social again.
Tonight, however, I likely won’t accomplish more than finishing season one of 30 Rock. How in the world did I show up so late to the party on this one? Considering it’s a brilliant show that’s basically about my dream job, it’s actually quite embarrassing that I only just watched my first episode last night. Needless to say, it was love at first sight.
Halloween is crouched on its haunches yet again, ready to pounce at our throats. I’m not ready! In truth, I never am, even though I’m obsessed with it. I love dressing up, but I always end up running around like a stress case, trying to throw something fabulous together at the last minute. I vow year after year to plan ahead, but I never do. I will attempt to create my masterpiece this weekend- or at least buy some kind of extravagant yet lame and grossly overpriced package should I get lazy. All I need is one brilliant idea. Are you dressing up this year? Do you all have your costumes ready?