The usual case with me is that I never realize I'm tired until I stop moving. Score one for inertia, that.
But the last 3-4 weeks I've felt like a hamster on a wheel. Never stopped moving once. It's been stressful, too. Work was nuts, and school was kicking my ass hard. Of course, as is the case with these things, I ALSO had a ton of social obligations (granted all ones I was looking forward to, but still) fall on my head as well.
By Thursday? I was a crispy critter. I think it's kind of why I fell asleep before 11 on Friday. But this weekend? Aside from a brunch? I've done NOTHING. And it's been really and truly what I needed.
At the moment I'm taking a break from studying for tomorrow's income tax law exam (barf). But yeah, I'm still here, I've just been barely able to say anything longer than 140 characters. To pretty much anyone.
I'm still proud of myself for fighting through like a Winchester, and also remembering that sometimes it's really, truly okay to have a weekend where you really don't do much of anything. In fact, sometimes it's even important.
A few things, in brief, because I'm not sure if I'm going to get the chance to write more:
- I was really excited to get to see U2 with the people I saw them with. However, the show itself didn't impress me nearly as much as the first one I saw on the Vertigo tour
. It felt a tiny bit like the band was phoning it in, but then again, I felt the exact same way about the most recent album. (There was a terrible, terrible, terrible dance remix during the set, too. Just awful. Bad. It sounded like one of the cheesy mixes WKTU plays late at night on the weekends. Blah.) I also could not believe that they didn't do Pride. I was stunned, really. What's a U2 set without Pride? It was also the end of a rather crazed and exhausting week, so by the time I got to the concert I was close to wiped out. Still, they played Mysterious Ways, and the Unforgettable Fire (which is one of my all-time favorite songs of theirs), a beautiful version of Stay and an awesome version of Until the End of the World. I would have preferred fewer songs from the new album, that's all.
- OMG YANKEES. I'm loving the ALCS so far, particularly how the Angels have been best described by the instrumental known as "Yakety Sax," best known for being the theme to Benny Hill. The opposing team's errors are grand, but even more grand is watching my boys come together in the post season like gangbusters. It's been SO exciting, and gratifying, because I know in my heart that this squad has it in them to go all the way. I know it. There feels a good combination of talent, chemistry, and enthusiasm that I haven't seen since the 90s Dynasty. I'm just trying not to let it stress me out, though. In my world, the post season is SRS BZNSS.
-Teevee: Ugly Betty
returned on Friday and the writing is the strongest it's been since the first season (finally). I'm continuing to love new shows Glee and The Vampire Diaries (oh, great cracktastic fun!) But Eastwick is losing me, hard. I want more magic, and less bumbling. Everything is cliched and silly, and I can see coming from 10 miles away. I'm not caring enough about the characters, and some of them flat out annoy me (the journalist especially. I kind of want to smack her, repeatedly, at least once an episode). Still, Sara Rue is awesome, and she will keep me hooked for a little while longer. New-to-me show Big Bang Theory
continues to severely rock my world. I started mainlining episodes Labor day weekend, and I absolutely fell in love with the show (Sheldon!! I love me some Sheldon. But the other characters fail to be stereotypes, and continue to be likeable. Plus, the writing is marvelous.)
I'm still waiting for How I Met Your Mother
to stop being painfully lame. The episode last week about the couple dating was just terrible - although the Sexless inkeeper part had flashes of the old genius to it. When a Jason Siegel song can't save the writing? Trouble. I hate hate hate what they're doing to Marshall & Lily. Granted, there are moments where they remain fun and cool (the Lily Stripper especially), but why the hell have they turned into these lameass, trying-to-hard, bland-as-crap, typical sitcom couple? Bring back the Marshmallow and Lilypad we know and love! Not these pod people that book B&B weekends with their couple friends without asking, but the ones who blew them off to sit at home, order takeout and watch cheesy tv marathons ("Zip Zip Zip"). You know, the ones that would rather throw themselves out a window than have a wine-and-cheese night. (And literally did, in "O.K. Awesome") Please bring the real Marshall and Lily back, okay? Thanks.
(Otherwise, still loving Castle
, Gossip Girl
[duh. this is on the way to be the best.season.ever!!], Dollhouse
[though I'm two weeks behind!] and Mad Men
-Cooking: Not getting to do enough of it lately. But I've had some good moments:
1. This curried shepherd's pie
was such a big hit that I'm going to make it exactly as written next time, instead of just making one. I'm either going to invite others over to share, or I'm going to to freeze one, as written. We shall see.
2. Last Sunday, we had a lovely day with J's parents. We went to the Walkway Over the Hudson
(which was so, so awesome), and had a lovely day in general. In the evening, we dined at a charming little old-school Italian place in Dobbs Ferry. His mom gave us her leftovers, some kind of sausage-and-peppers dish. I took that home, and a day or two later, added more peppers, spinach, and some rotini pasta and came up with a rather tasty re-imagining of the leftovers. It wasn't anything special or complicated, but it was delicious, and those usually wind up being the meals I'm proudest of.
3. Yesterday, I made a tuna casserole, my mom's recipe. We have plenty of leftovers for the week. Score!
4. Tonight I'm finishing other leftover items (another head of spinach, some sweet potatoes, some other leftover veggies) we have and making chicken cutlets to go with them. Also debating making some cous cous, which would go nicely with all of these things and be something nice to have in the fridge as well. I may have just talked myself into it, since it's so damn easy to make! Also, more leftovers = good things.
Speaking of, it's almost 6:30, and time to crank WRXP (the best station in NYC right now) and get cracking.