Mmmmm...tastes like loser

I have gone completely to ground this weekend. I burned myself at both ends (hmmm...unfortunate metaphor, sorry) this week, this month, this year, and now I'm completely roasted. I actually appear to have become dumb, slow, and possibly bovine.

So, after trying to concentrate on X-Men 3 last night (first response? Despised how lame it was when it should have written itself. I mean, Phoenix is badass scary! Second response? Well, I did like some of the stuff that happened. Now I want to see it on TV and eat more popcorn with M&Ms) and trying to be a companionable chiquita this morning, I'm all out. I stopped by Whole Foods and then 7-11 and am now stocked on wine, fruit, cheese, nuts, and some protein, as well as some doritos and sunkist which caught my eye from the sidewalk in front of 7-11. I've got on track shorts and a tank top, hair's in a ponytail, and I'm not getting off the damn couch until at LEAST Sunday night.

I was feeling pathetic about this for a while -- why not hop a train to NY? why not call some folks up and demand fun? -- but then I realized I need to reboot in a BIG way. Start fresh, remember when I was fun, and get back to that place. So I'm all up in the nesting tonight, memorial weekend be damned. If eating cool ranch, drinking a beer, and sitting in my underwear is wrong, I sure as hell don't wanna be right.