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I clearly need a life, desperately. Last night I had a night-long dream that I was on Survivor. It was a very involved dream, and at the end I discovered that I had won the million dollars, and I wanted to know how to get the million dollar check, so I asked the manager of the hotel where I was staying, and she got Jeff Probst’s phone number for me.
Apparently my knowledge that they present the million dollar check the next morning on The Early Show didn’t make it into the dream with me.
Survivor tonight! Whoo!
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The Bachelorette (spoilers inside):
Okay Chad, you’re a good-lookin’ guy and nice to boot, but if you’re going to make THAT big of a deal about worrying about the right time to lay one on Meredith, well, that’s just kinda freaky.
I predict that Meredith is going to end up with Matt, because that’s what the editors want me to think, and I don’t necessarily think Ian’s the right guy for her. But what the hell do I know? I thought Bob was going to pick Kelly Jo.
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American Idol (spoilers within):
I was really surprised that Lisa didn’t make it through – I thought she was one of the best. I don’t really care for Camile, though if she can get over her nervousness, that might change. I like Matt Rodgers, and Fred pointed out that as the show ended last night and Matt was singing, he sounded way better than he had the night before.
It disappointed me how much the two brothers just sucked. God, that was awful. Next week can’t possibly be as horrid as this week was (knock on wood!).
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I said to Fred last night, “I bet if I spent less time on the computer, I could read a book a day!” Some days I
do read a book a day, but that doesn’t happen all that often, especially with the thicker books.
I spend an awful lot of time in front of the computer, though, updating this journal, reading the journals I like to read, checking
Nance and
Mo 65,000 times a day to see if they’ve updated their blogs. With all the time I’ve spent on my ass in front of the computer in the last few years, you’d think I could have pounded out a book or something (I haven’t, so don’t get all excited/ annoyed thinking I’m about to announce that I’ve written the breathtaking saga of my life –
Robyn: “Still So Fat” After All These Years – and sold it for a buck fifty to St. Martin’s Press).
Maybe I’ll declare April “Book A Day” month. Not March, ’cause spring break’s right in the middle of March, and we might be doing something that week (we haven’t decided), so I need a completely uninterrupted month to accomplish my goal. We’ll see.
And by the way, yes. It IS nice to be able to spend the days doing what I want, when I want, so long as grub’s on the table by 5. I’m fully aware that I’m a lucky, lucky bitch.
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Miz Poo was laying in the cat bed under the lamp, when the Bean came up and made himself at home next to her. She looked at Fred for help.
She looked at me, hoping I’d give her a hand getting rid of that little bastard.
And when she saw that no help was forthcoming, she gave up and went back to sleep.
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