one week

got off the plane. hugged my sister. went home. crashed on the couch. watched a bunch of tv. got caught up on the latest season of road rules. the homophobe looks like michael, it's unreal. got re-addicted to my so-called life. got preached at about safe sex by a ten year old on the N. um, something's not right about that. introduced my sister to the sunday night sex show. we both screamed and changed the channel. saw the diet coke commercial with kate beckinsale. fell in love. got twelve hours of sleep. wow. got up, couched it again. have no idea what i watched. opened the door to greet my sis. i remember eating dinner. back to the tv. "oooh who's the boss. i hope this is the one with ray charles, the always a friend one!" sadly, it was not. watched three episodes. was that show always that bad? was tony danza always that gay? did MSCL again. caught an episode of another world from 1988. "i remember this one." "i do too. wow, how old were we?" had some ice cream. watched some will & grace season 2. slept some. got up a little late. too late for lunch, stopped at target for a soft pretzel. made it in time to see saved. loved it. so funny. great message. mandy was insane. the jewish chick rawked. headed home. more bad tv. more MSCL, more AW. more ice cream. watched the felicity when she chopped off her hair. i blame ben. slept a little. made it to lunch this time. the hostess handed my sister her salad and looked confused. "am i forgetting something?" she asked. "ah, yeah. his food?" my sis explained. "oh! i'm sorry. be right back." she said, heading for the kitchen. what did she think i was there for? odd. did some shopping. got a milkshake. headed home. by now you know the routine. by friday she headed out. did some cleaning. watched camp. vlad! oh. my. cock. great movie. loved the music. watched episode 1 of roswell. i think i had more ice cream. got up early saturday and cleaned. lost track of time. watched four episodes of felicity season 2. sunday woke early to go to church with my mother and visit my aunt and uncle. my uncle was diagnosed with bone cancer, he looks okay considering. headed home. had a salad, to balance out all of the ice cream that was consumed. watched scary movie 3, surprisingly funny. better than 2, not as good as 1. checked out grind. not a bad movie, good music. didn't think i could love adam brody and his dorkiness any more. saw him dance in that movie and i fell even harder. sigh. finished cleaning up. rediscovered duncan sheik's first cd. sadly went to bed. watched a little more vlad, camp. woke up to sarah mclachlan's "mary". remembered how much i loved that song. headed to work. it was sunny. it was nice. it was warm. i wanted to cry. by eleven i decided the next person to ask me how vacation went was getting a stapler to the head. somehow survived the day. came home and decided it's time to reintroduce myself to the treadmill. a week filled with ice cream and bad tv has me feeling sick. i think it's mainly from all the who's the boss exposure.