Abbie's Real Life Blog

Some weeks drag on for so long that by the middle of the week, you actually believe it might be Monday already, and you start a whole new week in your head, and then you’re surprised when it’s actually Friday.  Better yet, the Friday before Labor Day weekend, so you have three whole days of debauchery and/or watching the fourth season of Rescue Me on DVD and eating too much cottage cheese.

Not that that’s me.  Or that that’s a metaphor for this blog post.  You’re welcome!

Sometimes I wish I had a little point-and-shoot camera to carry in my purse and capture the little random events of life.  But then I know I would be frustrated that there wouldn’t be manual settings on it and I would want the freedom that comes with DSLR level attributes.  So maybe I’m better off without one.  Fine.

I’ve been patronizing Main Squeeze, the vegetarian restaurant downtown, way too often.  They know me now.  They know me by name.  It’s all the fault of their little email service: they email me the day’s specials every morning, just around the time that I’m starting to think, “Huh, what do I want for lunch?”  The specials are usually a lot better than the menu choices.  Today is Seitan Philly day.  I want one so badly right now, but I feel like maybe I should not go there since they know me by name.  I’ve only been there once this week.  Stop giving me that look.

In other news, and completely unsurprising news if you know me, but maybe surprising news if you only know me through the blog, because I don’t really talk about it here, but I am COMPLETELY CAPTIVATED by the Democratic National Convention and the media coverage and analysis.  This is totally my kind of thing!  This is my Super Bowl, only it comes just once every four years.  I fall asleep every night while Wolf Blitzer and Anderson Cooper are duking it out.  I LOVE this stuff.  So my evenings are pretty full of watching speeches and reading blogs about the speeches as I watch them and all of that nonsense.

I doubt I will care as much about the Republican National Convention next week.  I certainly won’t watch their speeches, but I will probably pay just as much attention to the analysis afterwards.  Crash and burn, Republicans!  Crash and burn!  Oh, for McCain to slip and fall off the stage a la Bob Dole in ’96!  Oh, for a real Joe Biden speech: verbally ripping the limbs from McCain (and Romney as VP, likely), metaphorically feasting on them and then setting them on fire while doing a crazy dance around the mangled corpse of lies! 

I am so wired for the next 10 weeks.  There really could not be enough media saturation for me.