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Friday
Eva came over Friday night for sushi and Big Fish, which I could not even pay attention to properly because I was too busy stopping her 16-month old from smashing everything in my house to smithereens. She was not content simply to pick up picture frames and remote controls and telephones. No. She had to make like a drummer in hell and bang them on the top of the glass coffee table. There are still edamame pods mashed into my rug and splashes of Corona on the walls from when she maniacally swung bottles of beer around. Fun! It's a good thing she's so adorable or I might have had to give her the boot when she pulled a potted plant down from the window ledge on top of the both of us while she bounced in my lap on the couch and we both ended up with a mouthful of dirt. Ah, toddlers. Sweet birth control! Saturday After waking up early and going to an antiques estate sale with my mom, where I bought some awesome old letters and photographs and ads, and then to Cost Plus, where as usual I bought a bunch of stuff I totally don't need, I decided to do nothing. As in, I took off my jeans, crawled into my bed, turned on my fan, read The Secret Life of Bees, and passed out. It then stormed again so I sat around in my tank top and drawers listening to "100 Years." Some more. My little brother came over, and he tuned his guitar that he's been letting me borrow and of course picked out "100 Years" in all of two seconds. He then played and sang a song by the Darkness with so much vim and vigor that I couldn't help but laugh and applaud while simultaneously holding my ears. He said it's a crowd favorite at his gigs. Kids today. Allegedly I was going out for burritos and margaritas for dinner, but I was not holding my breath, as my dining partner is only slightly the world's largest flake. I could not stop poring over these old pictures and letters. I have no idea what compelled me to buy a batch of letters written in Italian. Maybe it's the handwritings or the fact that they were written in 1930 and 1931 and the fact that they ended up in an antiques store in south Louisiana. If anyone knows anything about a Rino Lanzoni who lived in California at that time, let me know. Sunday I did end up going out with my friend, and we watched a little of Hedwig. It was a miserably rainy night, and after my friend left, I spent most of the evening watching The Office for the first time. As usual, I'm behind the times. I didn't really know anything about it, and when I saw the porn stand-in from Love Actually, I got excited. Love him. LOVE TIM. Love the way he briefly looks at the camera in a brief expression of being both surprised and unsurprised when Ricky Gervais says something stupid or inappropriate, which is basically every time he opens his mouth. I was stunned by the horrible funniness of it all at first and just sat there frozen, squinting at the television, and gradually I began laughing so hard and so loudly that I fear I scared my neighbors. By the time David Brent started singing at the customer service seminar and Gareth started singing back-up harmonies, I was clutching my stomach and wiping tears from my eyes. There were times when I actually howled not unlike a hyena. Ricky Gervais's character is APPALLING. It made me so uncomfortable, but it made me laugh. Holy God, it made me laugh. And I love Tim THE MOST. At one point, I took a break to catch some of SNL, and the laughter continued as the entire cast of the Debbie Downer skit completely lost their shit and were guffawing throughout the entire scene. And it was really such a funny skit that I couldn't help but forgive them for basically blowing the whole thing. Sometimes watching them fall apart is annoying and seems unprofessional, but this time, I was overcome with hilarity, and I hope they do this character again. (I've never seen it before, but then, I never really catch this show, so I don't know.) It was one of the funniest things I've seen on this show in a long time. I went back to the video store to rent season two of The Office, but it was checked out, and I was despondent. I went to Target, blew some more money, cooked some ginger chicken and veggie stir fry, watched Alias, read some more of The Secret Life of Bees, and went to sleep. All in all, it was a good weekend despite the wholly repugnant weather. 
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