January 29 – February 4
1. New Moleskine, specifically for Task Juggling purposes. (And new Post-it flags)
2. Worked on what will hopefully be my first blog post for my internship, assuming I can gather the balls to finish the dang thing and send it in.
3. Had friends over for drinks + Wii games on Friday night. They couch-crashed for the evening, which means… SORELLA’S FOR BREAKFAST. This isn’t a picture from this particular weekend trip to Boston’s finest brunch establishment, but this is the kind of eating that was had.
4. Followed up epic breakfast with a day full of dreary labor: grocery shopping, eight loads of laundry, lots of vacuuming, visiting the local Comcast office, and TAXES.
5. Followed up that nonsense with free PBRs, leftover from a trivia victory we almost forgot about. They taste better when you earn them.
6. Found the first job that I am excited to apply to. It’s in Chicago. But it doesn’t pay great. But it’s negotiable. But I’m nervous. But I’m excited. But I have no time to decide things/write resumes.
Reading:
- Breadcrumbs by Anne Ursu
- Pearl by Jo Knowles
- Marriage Rules: A Manual For the Married and the Coupled Up by Harriet Goldhor Lerner (love this book, btw)
- To Timbuktu: Nine Countries, Two People, One True Story by Casey Scieszka (yes, daughter of Jon)
- Sex: A Book For Teens by Nikol Hasler
Listening to:
- Bill Bryson’s In a Sunburned Country on audio
- More This American Life. I am running out of episodes!
Watching:
- Downton Abbey. Willingly watching Masterpiece Theater makes me feel like the oldest person, but I can’t resist!
- How I Met Your Mother. I may or may not have restarted from Season One. And by that I mean: I restarted from Season One. Such a junkie.
I love you for watching Downton Abbey.
Also, I may have to start on HIMYM because I hear about it nonstop on Twitter.
That is exactly the reason I started watching Downton Abbey 😛
I’m another who just started watching HIMYM for the first time. I was bored and I could get it free from Netflix I’m in love.
I think I screamed with joy when HIMYM appeared on Netflix. It was a joyous day indeed!
Everything Bill Bryson is better when he reads it on audio. I’ve listened to so much of him that when I actually read a book of his, I can hear the words in my head as if he’s saying them.
I feel that way about Harry Potter and Jim Dale. Must be the accents?