That's What You Get For Waking Up In Vegas...

Thank you Katy Perry, for the indelible images of you in a dice tube dress.

Oh, in others news, there really is none. Bro and Fiancee whom I love dearly just arrived at LAX, and so far, no mention of the shit-that-was. I'm hoping he doesn't bring it up, but you never know with him.

I pulled a pectoral muscle the other day, that was a joy. Timeline, yes.

Overdo it Tuesday/Wednesday (moving out because brain overdoes drama? Yes please), and by mid-Wednesday I'm on "shallow breathing". Don't sleep Wednesday night, and Thursday is spent DYING. I mean, I'm stuck in traffic because of an interview clear across Los Angeles, I'm exhausted, I'm in pain, and I'm cranky. Oh, and some homeless guy told me to "smile" outside the 7-11. Sorry, if I see you're ready with the "spare some change" line, I put on my 'New York Scowl'. So no, I won't smile.

The Smartfood cheese popcorn, however, did make me smile.

The interviews went well, and I got the call this afternoon that I did indeed GET THE JOB that I wanted. Teaching 5th and 6th grade together, Hebrew and Judaic studies. I really love teaching, and being a part of a community again just makes me happy, darnnit! Yay! The pay is good, so between that and the farm, I can pay my bills. Won't be makin' much extra, but that's fine. I'll be independent if I have to. Um, right?

So I crashed last night at 10:30 pm, woke up at 9:30 a.m., had a protein shake, 1/2 a luna bar, and went back to bed. Up again at 12:30, where I ate some more, then read some MarieClaire, watched some "Weeds" (Season 3), and went BACK to bed. Then off to dinner at the neighbors and back home.

There I learned about Ivo Pitanguy who is apparently the guru developer of plastic surgery. How AMAZING! He would fly people to his own private island!

http://www.pitanguy.com.br/index.htm

And bed. My pec muscle is healing, tenderly but well, so I'll have to be good a while. C'est la vie.