Sunday, bloody Sunday

Or maybe "Sunday, insanely-hungover Sunday" would be a better title.
just doesn't have the same ring, though--y'know?
We went to this killer party last night, at this sprawling mansion.
it was wild and wonderful.
but i am too damn old to get home at 4:30 in the morning and get up at 7 with the kids.
or at least i drank too much for that little sleep.
...and at least i looked, in the words of the husband, "smokin' hot".
personally i think he needs glasses and possibly a healthy dose of anti-b.s. serum, but hey.
I'm not complaining.
(haha--he just walked by and read that. he laughed, then said, "well maybe you just need anti-hotness serum." which i followed with, "honey, i already overdosed on that.")

well, any of you who have family from far away who visit you on occassion can relate....
i have two more days of suffocation before i am free to lounge about in my underwear and NOT TALK TO ANYONE all fucking day long.....
aaahhhh.......
that'll be so great.
i may even have to celebrate by taking pictures of said lounging.
ha.
like i'd show YOU.
besides, trust me when i tell you there's not that much to see.

i did not sleep well, either.
i tossed and turned, dreaming of the party we had attended, and worrying about something that is out of my hands.
i hate worrying.
it's pointless and wastes energy--
and sleep.
so, yeah.
did i mention i feel like the ass of a dog?
and.
did i mention that asses of dogs are highly smelly and unattractive???
i am not.
but i still feel like one.

Wimbledon.
yeah.
I love tennis.
go hot australian guy. wooo!
oooh, or maybe Roddick....
well, in my world they're playing, nude, against each other and i'm not only the trophy girl, but--
you guessed it.
i'm the trophy.
yes, i have a one track mind.
why do you ask?

ummm......
i wish i had something mind-blowing to say.
or something less boring than reading a user's manual for a blender.
i used to...
once upon a time.
but it seems like i've been too scattered lately, pouring myself into the wrong projects.
or no projects?
i thought i had lost my focus, but realized that i had only gained an intense focus on something non-productive.
and that's okay.
my focus is about to be shifted, people!!
that's right.
if i have any readers left...
they better buckle up and hold on because i'm about to start rocking their worlds.
eh.
or at least writing with my head on the page.
ouch--not literally, of course...
and hey, maybe i'll trip over a pile of motivation and creativity which were raked up, in the backyard like autumn leaves...
cuz i have this really great idea for a book.
but i'm sure i'll be so lazy that someone else will do it first.

have a happy "last sunday in june--and oh my GOD where did june go???"
and if you run into my dealer--tell him to cut me off, as i clearly do not need any more drugs.