Shh

Last night I was so exhausted that I started to fall asleep shortly after 7pm. I had to force my eyes to stay open until about 8:45 at which time I fell into a coma-like sleep. There were no drugs involved in this, I'm just tired. I mean, I'm so tired. Still. I came in to work very early this morning to chip away at the mountain of work that has been building up around me and that felt great. I was bursting with energy from 7am-11 or so and then...crash city.



Maybe forcing myself to go to the gym more often will improve my energy levels. Maybe once things get cleared up in work I won't feel the need to curl up into a nap-ball so often, who knows.

Does anyone have any tips on how to not be completely exhausted all the time?

I don't care what you think, I miss the Olympics,
Erin

Musing on Fashion

I was just thinking about this this morning:



Man, she was cool. I went through a phase where all I wanted to do was dress in long, patterned flowy skirts and blazers. But I was in elementary school so things didn't really work out for me. There was a brief, ill-fated affair with vests, but that was it. Oh, Elaine.

Anatomy of an Obsession

I'm coming to grips with a strange, possibly unhealthy obsession that I've been in the process of developing over the last year. I can't stop watching "real life" paranormal shows. Last night was a relatively rare night off. In the best case scenario that means that I'm indulging in 94% fat free microwave popcorn (thanks for ruining my life, weight watchers), and watching a)Anthony Bourdain do anything b)Masterpiece Theatre or c)Some real life ghost show that will prevent me from sleeping for a week.

In order of my personal preference they are
1. Paranormal State


2. Most Haunted (only really found On Demand - Travel Channel)


3. Ghost Hunters International


4. Ghost Hunters


I scour the cable listings to see if one of these beauties might be on. I check On Demand every other day to see if there are any new episodes of Most Haunted that I haven't seen yet. And when I find one, I sit, petrified, until it's over. Then I look for another one.

I once received an email from Ryan of "Paranormal State" fame, and I nearly shat. I felt like I had received correspondence from Justin Timberlake or Margaret Thatcher or something.

I don't know what it is about these shows that I find so fascinating and addictive. I just want to see a damn chair move by itself, or some team member freak the hell out, or perhaps medium Chip Coffey say something sassy and psychic. He is both sassy and psychic, by the way.

And then I go to bed. And if at 2am I have to pee...no way. I'm to scared to even move because I keep thinking about that 16th century chambermaid with blood on her apron screaming to be saved from the other side. I know she's probably not in my bath tub, but I'm not taking a chance.

Unhealthy, I told you, I know. But I love it. I want to hang out with the ghost hunters, even the douchey tech-guy ones.

So that's something about me you maybe didn't know. Also, I've been eating "Lays Light" chips every day with lunch. They're only 1pt on Weight Watchers, but I'm pretty sure olestra can kill you, right? So, if I don't get attacked by a wayward spirit, I'll surely be killed by the fake chips. I'm in great shape guys, nobody worry.

Boo!,
Erin

The Very Nice Upside

In the re-reading that last post seems terrifically dour, and it's actually quite a good day. So an update.

I took a walk at lunch -- something I haven't done in a very long time -- because it's actually perfect outside. I mean it. If every single day could be like this day climate-wise, I'd be the happiest Bostonian in the world. The Public Gardens were filled with lots of braided little girls, tiny roving tribes of rich people's dogs being walked by not so rich people, awesome fat baby with fat baby faces, and a decided lack of crazies. A really nice walk.

Also, Winky Cucumberpants was too busy to sexually harass me at Subway today, so that rocked too.



Late summer!
xo
Erin

The Hallmark Cat and Me

This is my favorite coffee mug at work.



It reads, "I'm only doing this job to keep myself busy between films."

Some days my coffee tastes like regret and self loathing.

Also,

And on an unrelated note: We're in full swing production for our new Improv Asylum show and we had a long, very productive rehearsal last night. Some of the sketches people are coming up with are really hilarious, and I can't wait until we put the final product together. It should be a fun show.
Fun!

Daily Degradation c/o Subway

Time: Lunch
Location:



Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: What you want?

Me: Lettuce, tomato, cucumber....

Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: You want cucumber?

[He fiddles his tightly gloved fingers in the cucumber cubby]

Me: Yes. Please.

Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: You want cucumber?

[He looks at me and licks pubescent moustache]

Me: Yes.

Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: You want cucumber?

[He makes twitch winky face at me. I look back at the seven thousand and fifteen people behind me. They're thrilled.]

Me: Yes! Yes I want cucumber!

Morbidly obese employee possibly of Latin American descent with pubescent moustache and gap tooth: Haha okay.


Whatever. I ate the shit out of that sandwich.