April 1st, 2005

elijah

lists and Fridayness

Yesterday on the bus home I made a list of all the foods I was craving: chocolate cake, black-bottom cupcakes, BLTs, chocolate-chip muffins, baked potatoes, Godiva chocolates, french fries, spaghetti and garlic bread, and chocolate-covered pretzels. The last one is the most painful. The craving came out of the blue and is still going strong after a week--and apparently Nestlé has stopped making Flipz. Either that or they're no longer distributed in the central Seattle area, because I can't find them anywhere. Also, all the stores are already out of Peeps. The day after Easter: *bam*. Shelves bare. Not a single orphan peep to be found.

My other list is even sadder. Last night a fit of terrible ennui struck while I was watching Mystery Science Theater. I suddenly realized that even if I could hold a new box set of DVDs in my hands at that very moment, I had no real interest in watching Monk, Nip/Tuck, Dead Like Me, Due South, X-Files, Farscape, The Sopranos, La Femme Nikita, Homicide, West Wing, Stargate, etc etc. Not sure what's wrong with me. I just couldn't--can't--break out of wondering: what's the point? It's not a real question. It's just this strange ennui talking. But I don't know to make it shut up.

Maybe this is all just down to PMS. I think I may have slept 40 hours this week already. Not counting last Sunday. Daylight Savings is going to crush me. Usually once it hits, I can't drag myself out of bed before nine. Must try to overcome that this year.

I missed what was apparently a great episode of Alias last night. I set my VCR to tape it (I went to bed at nine o'clock for crying out loud, buried like a blinking mouse under double down comforters) but had it on the wrong channel and ended up with fuzz.

I don't know what to do with myself. I suspect I've felt more bored and restless than I do at this moment, but that was then. This is NOW and I have no muffin.

If anyone can think of cool things to do, I welcome suggestions. Peep?
elijah

sigh

Why can't the people in the cubes around me leave at four on a Friday like normal drones? Then I could leave too without wondering what people are thinking about me.