I can't sleep. The details are very boring, as they involve A Thing I Read About Today, and very ugly, as this thing is unimaginably evil and I read about it, coincidentally, in my murder mystery AND a magazine article that happened to be NONFICTION meaning it ACTUALLY HAPPENS . So we won't talk about it. Let's go live in denial for a bit, shall we? I am now thinking of that country song where she wants a rainbow outside her window, and then actually sings "la la la la". At first I thought that song was the dumbest thing I'd ever heard. Then I thought it was kinda catchy. Then I thought it was the most UNironic use of la la la I'd ever heard and THEN I started singing along.
I really like country music. Did you know that? Three out of the six presets on my car radio are country music stations. The first thing Phillip does when he sits in the driver's seat is flip to his presets.
In other Perhaps-This-Makes-Me-Rather-Uncool news, I really like that new show The Good Wife. I've been watching it on On Demand, because our TiFaux is all jacked up and weird and half my shows aren't recording anymore and sometimes I can't get it to work and I'm reduced to (shudder) ON DEMAND. Which I am not a fan of, do you hear me Comcast? Oh, except for the glut of children's shows, which, THANKS COMCAST, and I'm totally serious. But anyway, The Good Wife. I like it. Not least because of 1) Josh Charles and 2) Rory Gilmore's sleazy college boyfriend doing exactly the kind of thing I imagine Rory Gilmore's sleazy college boyfriend doing post-college. I am not the hugest fan of Nurse Carol, but I admire a woman who allows herself to be filmed that close in the age of HD television.
I have a big shopping date with my sisters on Saturday. I am not a Black Friday kind of girl. Well, I think I went last year to score a big ticket item for the from-all-the-kids-to-the-parents Christmas gift. But not a stand-in-line-and-get-trampled kind of item. I don't enjoy Competitive Shopping, as it is. Every time I see one of those clips of women fighting over wedding gowns in Filene's Basement or wherever it is, I go take one of my expired horse tranquilizers. But things should have quieted down by Saturday, don't you think? We're looking for bridesmaid dress shoes and possibly white furry things to wear over the bridesmaid dresses. We have a white furry thing already, but it makes both my sister and me look like linebackers, so it'd be nice to find an alternative. I'd also like to find a sweater or two since I found a HOLE this afternoon in my one good sweater. As in, the one I don't mind wearing out of the house. WOE.
I really want to go see New Moon and everyone I've timidly mentioned it to looks at me with a big ole Cher-from-Clueless AS IF face. My sisters, who are always lamenting the two hours they lost in front of Kristen Stewart's lip biting that they will never get back, think I am In. Sane. But I liked the way Jennie put it via Twitter: one must embrace the cheese. I am awesome at embracing the cheese, people. I LOVE CHEESE. Someone go see this movie with me! I MEAN IT!
This is turning into a quick takes sort of post, but I'm not feeling un-jumpy enough to put the computer down and go to sleep. Gah. This might call for an hour or two of Etsy browsing. What is it with Etsy? Do you have any idea how many times I've looked at baby hairbows on Etsy and filled my cart, only to be filled with indecision and boredom and a sudden case of wallet consciousness and clicked over to, I don't know, somewhere that wouldn't charge me money? SO MANY TIMES. I have Etsy ADD, I think. That or a commitment issue, I'm not sure which.
Okay, that's enough, I'm sorry I keep subjecting you people to this tripe. But who am I kidding? YOU ARE READING IT, AREN'T YOU. So there. I apologize for nothing. I have to go now. I have to see what's on Bravo - hopefully some psychotic housewives will put me in a frivolous sleep-friendly sort of mood.