I have been fucking freezing ever since my plane landed in Michigan yesterday. It was 65 when I left home and a good 20 degrees colder when I left the airport here. I have been bundled up in a sweatshirt, with a blanket on my lap and space heater pointed at me for the better part of my waking hours. Right now I’m in bed, with a sheet, two blankets and a quilt on top of me; I’m wearing a t-shirt, sweatshirt, pj pants and socks. Methinks I need to get back on the thyroid medication I foolishly stopped taking. Or got to a Arizona bed and breakfast, which actually sounds like a lovely idea.

Tomorrow I’m meeting three of my cousins for lunch at a Mediterranean restaurant. Yum. Excellent chicken shawarmas and whatever that yummy white garlicy sauce is. I could eat that with a spoon … and considering I’ll just be around family this weekend, I very well might! Speaking of, got a txt from Matt today but I didn’t call him. He was going to his family’s for Thanksgiving then to his buddy’s house for Chinese food. I guess it’s their tradition. I’ve had Chinese on Xmas Eve but never on Thanksgiving … but he said they’ve been doing it for about 12 years. I started thinking about a Christmas present for him. I had to do this about 2 years ago, buying a gift for a gentleman friend I didn’t know all that well. I’m thinking the new PostSecret book would be a good gift and um maybe I could read it beforehand?

Speaking of PostSecret — one smooth segueway after another, right? — I have this song stuck in my head. One of the guys from Found magazine sang it at the show last week. It’s called “The Booty Don’t Stop.” I’m too lazy to check but you can probably find it on YouTube. The band is The Poem Adept. It’s quite catchy and I keep hearing, “Daaaaaaamn the booty don’t stop” in my head. Great. That should inspire some awesome dreams …

∗ Posted by Monique on 11.23.2007
∗ Annoyances, My life