In Brief

I have an urge to write, and write profoundly. A myriad of topics is running through my head, beginning with how right Sarah Vowell was about Tom Cruise four years ago to how much a pain in the ass it would be to have to go to the Spy Museum again. The first time around wasn’t a pain in the ass, but if I’m going to pay $30 for myself and a guest, I want the museum to be of superior quality, not a real time action movie. I don’t like my museums pre-packaged and glossed over like the cover of Entertainment Weekly, thankyouverymuch. However, I would like to write something, given the abundance of topics in my head (and no, Tom Cruise would not be the first thing I’d write about), but part of me is resisting even . . . completing . . . this . . . sentence.

I am feeling particularly listless as I did not get enough sleep last night and now I have to do massive amounts of laundry–there’s nothing like coming home from work to four loads. I spent a good half hour looking for my laundry card, proclaiming loudly for all to hear that “I just want to do some goddamn fucking laundry!” While my lethargy seems innocuous enough, note that I am tired enough to burst into pointless brief periods of extreme anger. I mean, who needs to hear that I need to do fucking laundry? No one, I say. Yet, my neighbors know! See what happens when I’m a bit sleep deprived? Yet, it is this state of being sleep deprived that is bringing on so many topics in my head. When tired, it’s so much easier to let my mind wander into rambling tangents as opposed to coherent, goal-driven thought. However, it is impossibly difficult to write in this state because, once the words are out of your head and onto the screen, the goal is to finish. And right now, I’m not so much into goals.

Briefly, though:

• I have a friend coming to town soon, and one thing on her “to do” list is to go to the Spy Museum. While I had a fine enough time when my boyfriend took me during my last visit, I don’t want to repeat the experience anytime soon. After all, the museum is pretty pricey at $15 a pop, the museum is not really a museum in my mind (like I said, too Hollywood), and I can think of better ways to spend two to three hours. Given that it’s her first time in the area, I plan on keeping her National Mall-bound. Plenty enough to do in the span of two days.
• I’ve only been in town a few months, and I’ve already been invited to a wedding. Given that I don’t have to drive to get there, I’m looking forward to it.
• Next week is little sister’s graduation, and I have to say I’m looking forward to lounging around in front of the television. Let’s face it, southeast Michigan isn’t exactly excitement city, and since Dominick’s will be much too crowded to even think about going, having some drinks in front of the TV while The Simpsons are on sounds pretty good right about now. Last night, during a bar night, The Simpsons were on and I had to scold myself from watching. And it was the episode where Homer climed the Murderhorn. And slid down on the frozen corpse of his father’s old mountain-climbing partner. I mean, c’mon! I displayed amazing amounts of self-control.

Okay, my brain has shut down. More whenever.