I slept for three hours last night. BUT I'M 20 PAGES AHEAD ON MY FREELANCE WORK!!!!
Oy.
Saw Ned last night, to try to make up for lost time over this past weekend. I brought him some of my chili, which he said was good and then he did the thing he always does which is eat too much then spend the rest of the night saying he ate too much.
The point is, when I got there he had a riveting sporting event on, which is new and different for Ned. The good news is it ended quickly, and Ned said, "What channel is Bravo?" And then? For the first time all season? I got to watch an episode of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills!!
They were all fighting in a Moroccan restaurant. And Ned emphasized to me that he will never build me a pink swing. To which I say hmph.
The first person to tell me they don't watch the real housewives of anything gets hit with Ned's giant TV.
After that, we flipped around, and over in his high-number channels we saw that Lesbian Vag Eat Out was coming on soon. "Oh, I LOVE that movie!" I said. I mean, could they even TRY to come up with a more clever title than that? Do you think it's about some lesbian named Vag who tries different restaurants?
Lesbian Vag Eat Out. Good gravy.
I should go. Cause have personality of sloth and need to curl up in a tree or alternatively go to work. Just took my next dose so JUNE'S PERSONALITY ON PREDNISONE will probably rear its head soon. Also, when I was at Ned's last night, he got out HIS Prednisone, because we are nothing but fun, and we were discussing how we take it.
"I take all six at once," said Ned. "Five," I said.
"No. Doesn't yours come in a whole strip with six tablets per strip?"
"Yeah. I didn't understand why that was."
Ned read the back of the strip of pills. "Take two at breakfast, one at lunch and supper, and two at bedtime."
"NO!" I said. I thought you just took one at lunch and then two at bedtime. I've been taking five pills all these days. So what's scary? Is I'm not even on the prescribed dose and I am this berserk.
"Aren't you some kind of editor or something?" asked snooty Ned who I never liked in the first place. "Isn't, you know, READING CAREFULLY what you do?"
He's lucky I was on a post-Real-Housewives high. But I could fly into 'roid rage at any second. Ned should watch.his.step.
Anyway I decided to just keep taking five today instead of ramping up to six. Tomorrow I start to taper off, anyway.
Did I say oy? Did I say how yesterday at work I got stuff done that wasn't due till tonight? And how at lunch I did freelance work the whole hour then did two more hours of it after work? Did I mention when Ned called to say he'd finished his workout and let's get together I was already showered and dressed and in full makeup with his chili ready in a Tupperware container with a little side dish of sour cream sitting there, too, and approximately four seconds after we hung up I was at his door? I feel like Prednisone June might be annoying intense June.
Lord, I love this stuff.
Ima go, but why don't you entertain me today. Tell me the first five songs that pop up on your iTunes when you go look right now. I love hearing what everyone else is listening to, and sometimes when you do that I steal your songs.
Right now when I click on iTunes, the first five songs are:
Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead (oh, I LOVE that song)
Got to be Real by Cheryl Lynn (hello, '70s. Who am I, Bianca Jagger?)
Here Comes the Sun by Richie Havens (left over from the end-of-year video I did)
The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice (joke from Hulk coming soon)
Talkin' Like an Angel by my friend Beth Thornley
Okay, go.
