We're a little understaffed at The Job today, so I am going to be here until midnight. I got in at noon. I will repeat this process tomorrow as well, as I start a six-day work week. Last week was the same way. Thank goodness for the interweb. I think it's the only way I'll stay sane, besides envisioning the paycheck that is to come out all of this. Please e-mail me. It will make me happy.
Employment aside, with every week there comes a week-end and I am feeling quite rested after mine. Friday night I saw, "The Skeleton Key" which was awesome. Go see it if you haven't already. I dare say that Kate Hudson is a far better actress than her mother. Maybe that's not saying much, though.
Saturday I worked and then readied for Deb and Abby's gathering at Crime Scene. I bought a new sparkly top and some earrings, gifts for the girls and some magazines. If I am good at nothing else, it is spending money.
You'll remember how bastardly humid it was on Saturday and my hair repsonded accordingly. At the gathering, which I'll have photos of on Wednesday or so, I was unintentionally rocking some serious Tawny Kittaen hair. (As opposed to The Rachel from my birthday party.) It was a crime against Aqua Net. (And for all you South Pacific alums, no, I wasn't even using that much White Rain.)
I skipped dance class Sunday morning partly due to the heat (the studios at Broadway Dance don't have AC) and partly because sleep was of the essense. Once I came to, I gave my apartment a serious cleaning. Bleach and Lysol were involved. See, when one lives in a basement apartment you have to keep the place pretty clean, otherwise Mr. and Mrs. Waterbug will move in. They don't pay rent, so I don't like them to come over.
The thing about cleaning my place is that I have to keep the front door open in order to get all the fumes out and increase ventilation. (I learned this household tip the hard way after getting light-headed after one ambitious cleaning excursion.) If the front door is open I can't turn on the AC. That would be a waste. That said, by late afternoon yesterday was covered in sweat and I was already only wearing a tank top and some spandex dance shorts. It looked like I had been dropped in a pool. I was tossing out some trash bags when I heard the rain starting to come down, and for about twenty minutes I just sat in my big wicker chair and listened to it. I like thunderstorm to begin with, and yesterday's was especially welcome.
Today someone sent me the new Hillary Duff album. Totally unprompted. Thanks!
