October 27, 2004 Sick Day

This morning I woke up feeling rather SARSy so I decided to take a sick day. I went back to bed and slept until 11:30, when I woke up drenched in sweat. Somehow the sweat reinvigorated me and I've spent the day sense watching soaps and making a batch of butterscotch, chocolate, toffee, and pecan brownies. Am I the only one watching General Hospital? I think that Steven Webber is awesome. He just seems to have a really natural presence and really cute curly hair to boot. And I can't wait to see what happens when Sonny ultimately finds out that Christina is his daughter. Julia Wainwright Capwell / Alexis Cassadine Davis rocks. When I haven't been baking brownies and contemplating the family trees of Port Charles, I've spent the rest of the day staring happily at my new faux wood blinds. My friends came by last night to help me hang them, and I ended up entertaining their baby while they out Bob Vilaed Bob Vila. I love my blinds! I walked outside in my slippers last night just to stand out on the sidewalk and stare at how they looked from the outside. They look nice and clean and neat and uniform and ever so much better than my stinky old curtains. All of this home makeovering really makes me want to paint my room pink. But not just any old pink. I've been looking at the Benjamin Moore color palette, and I really like Hummingbird. And Princess. And Prom Dress. And Amaryllis. And Warm Earth. And Burgundy Rose. And Palermo. And Badlands. And all of those pink and rosey, mauvey hues. I hesitate to go too dark because painting my dining room Raspberry Truffle was a huge pain in the ass and required about 57 coats. My friend Jeannie swears by the type of roller she recently used, so I'll have to find out what that is. My room is pretty damn big, but a lot of the wall space is taken up by windows and the closet, so there's only one completely solid huge wall. Of course, windows and closets just means taping, but I don't mind the taping so much as I do the motherfucking rolling. My friend Karla decided that she wants to set me up with someone who's separated, but I had to politely decline. Who wants to invite that kind of drama into one's life? Not me! Well, I'd say more, but my brain is muddled with sugar and butter and chocolate, and Oprah's on. ::: About this time in ... 2003 10/27: I think Michael Vartan as Vaughn has replaced Scott Speedman as Ben for me. I just cannot deal with these love triangles. 2002 10/27: Footloose appears to be playing nonstop on VH1, and I’m amazed after all of these years that my hatred for the grossly miscast, freakishly tall, skinny, unattractive, and not nearly worthy of Ren’s love actress who played Ariel still has not managed to ruin the greatness of this movie for me. 2000 10/26: Not all Lost Boys want to be found. 1999 10/26: And now this stinking Jennifer Love Hewitt show has to come along and show me how far-fetched and ridiculous I really was. get notified. journal archives © Copyright 2004 elb