Oh, hello there blog that I never write in...

Well, it’s Friday. I haven’t written anything in…a while. And I have nothing to do for a half hour before we have office yoga. (Side note: like my job isn’t already awesome enough as it is, we have yoga every week on the top floor of my office…) Let’s see…

1)      I was in the hospital a week ago. It sucked. Until they gave me morphine and an anti-nausea drug that’s apparently so strong its intended use is for chemo patients. Things got a little hazy from there on out…

Yeah, ew…

2)      Diagnosis: “stomach virus.” Literally, the only solid food I’ve eaten since last Sunday is about a dozen of my roommate’s homemade Thin Mints. (Yes. She makes – from scratch – Thin Mints and Samoas. I will never, ever achieve that status of womanhood.)

Now, I am not one of those girls who loses her appetite. Like, ever. I could have the flu and still down three grilled cheese sandwiches. So, this is actually pretty exciting for me. I finally fit back into my skinny jeans! I mean, I realize I should be concerned about dropping from a size 6 to a size 2 in a week, but I think I’ll worry about it when I find out I actually have some terminal illness at my annual exam on Monday. For now, yay!

3)      Speaking of terminal illnesses, I finally saw 50/50. You know, that cancer movie starring my childhood crush, Joseph Gordon-Levitt. The movie was 99 minutes long. I sobbed – and I mean SOBBED – for no less than 94 minutes of it. It was technically a comedy, supposedly. I clearly did not receive this memo. Nonetheless, it was like, the best movie ever. Even though my eyes were so puffed up afterwards that I couldn’t see anything. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. Needless to say, a bar was the next destination. Needless to say, one day there will be a movie about my worn-out, smelly shoe of a liver.

4)      I have new Prada glasses. Yay!

Bad picture. Darn it.

5)      I celebrated the five-year anniversary (October 22, 2006) of my initiation into Alpha Phi by attending this fall’s initiation ceremony with my darling Little Sister, Mary, also an alumna as of last year. Gosh, I’m getting old. I am the ultimate Mama Bear. (See below – and that’s missing quite a few girls.)

6)      What was I for my favorite holiday of all time, you ask? (That holiday would be Halloween, for those of you not in the know…) A…Freudian slip! Well, for the first half of Saturday, I was Holly Golightly (please see below).

(Not a hickey on my neck. I was just itchy from where the pretty necklace was.)

And then the wine caught up to me (again, see below) and creating the Freudian slip (which, sadly, I don’t have any pictures of) was too fun not to do. So I hunkered down with my roommate, happily guzzling more happy juice, and set to the task of writing things like “Oedipus Complex,” “Penis Envy,” “Superego,” et al with a Rub-a-Dub marker on a (tasteful) white lace-trimmed slip.

7)      I am apparently the card-giving fairy. In the last 24 hours, I’ve given a welcome card to our new Director of Publications, a thank-you card to the glasses place because everyone there was just so sweet, and a ridiculously belated birthday card to my father (who turned the big ol’ 8-0 in September). Strictly the fancy Papyrus brand stuff – no Hallmark (blech – only to be used in a serious pinch). Oh yeah, and I gave Happy National Boss’s Day cards to my supervisor and her supervisor on October 16^th. Who the hell knew there was a National Boss’s Day? I did. That’s right. There’s also a Plan Your Epitaph Day. Still working on that one…

8)      How could I forget? I’m going to have to take “drug-addicted” off the list of adjectives to describe myself. Apparently, I got the very last little bit of Adderall left in the D.C. Metropolitan Area. I called no less than 23 pharmacies before I found one that even had it in stock. Yes, 23. So, I guess I’m going to have to learn how to wean myself off of speed. This will not be fun. Or pretty. I plan to be catatonic. Expect no blog-writing. Like you always do. J

Oh, how I love you, Dr. House...

xoxo,

Elizabeth Alida