I just read THIS article on Yahoo and found out that I have a grave disease called Sunday Night Syndrome. SNS strikes the innocent who are dreading work on Monday. I am lucky it is not in advanced stages, as those poor souls freak out on Fridays because all they can think about is how close the next work week is. I do not freak out on Fridays. I love Fridays. And Saturdays. But Sunday finds me at the altar, praying for a holy miracle and begging God to take my sacrifice of two lipsticks and a favorite purse in return for a life free of the J-O-B. The article says there’s basically no cure. But I find that ice cream, Diet Coke, and a five hour nap do at least get your mind off of it for a little while.

I just finished this book.

I’ve had it for months and months and just now finished it. It’s the sequel to the fabulous book A Girl Called Zippy. She Got Up Off the Couch is nonfiction, and I didn’t want it to end. Which is odd because when I read nonfiction I usually don’t even want it to start. My brother is a voracious nonfiction reader and is as filled with info that matters as I am filled with random trivia on Paris Hilton. (Like Paris’s mom Kathy was in one episode of Happy Days.) Anyway, I highly recommend this book, especially if you are interested in writing. I even underlined a few lines, and I can’t stand to write in books because I believe it’s a sin probably mentioned in a lost chapter of the New Testament.

This morning I found a small snake in my kitchen. I have no idea where it came from or where it has been, and since I rarely cook, my kitchen is not exactly a place that draws animals or people. It’s one of those ring snakes (or rock snakes) that plague my house every summer. I showed it to my cat, hoping he could take interest and inhale it or something. But he just blinked and went to meow in another room. So feeling charitable, I got the tongs out to pick him up and throw him outside. Except he was too small to get a good grip. So I really just ended up repeatedly squishing and dropping him before finally getting a good hold and running out the back porch, giving a weak toss and yelling, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I should have gone with my usual strategy of flushing him down the toilet.

Did you hear that lay-away is back in vogue? I remember lay-away very well. Lots of stores who aren’t Wal-Mart and Target are offering this service for the holidays. One leader of this trend is a retailer called the 99 Cent Store. Heaven help me if I need a payment plan for my purchases at the 99 Cent Store. If I can’t pay for my ice cube trays, Brillo pad, plastic picture frame, and memo cube then maybe I shouldn’t get them.

Thanks to Best Agent Ever Chip MacGregor for passing on this funny clip.

Then I found this Twilight spoof. It has a few funny moments. Like the end. And girly boy screams always make me laugh.

So for a few years I’ve had two Facebook accounts. One is HERE so I can talk to students, writers, and readers. And the other is my personal account for nearby friends and family. I thought I’d be all smart and finally have them both feed to the same email account. Well, long story short, this deleted my “friend” account. That was about a month ago. And I’ve been Facebookless ever since. It has taken me the entire month to get a hold of a real human at Facebook, and they are “looking into it.” I had to do some research to even get an email address to send my problem to. And the only sites of help I found were info boards where people were like, “I sent 2 million spam emails about mail-order Russian brides and Facebook kicked me off. Where’s the email address to get my account back?” And “I sent pictures of my friend’s grandma in her bloomers to the entire state of Texas, and Facebook deleted me. My rights have been violated and I’m suing.”

So anyway, from these pervs I did learn a few email addys to contact FB by. I’m hoping one day they’ll activate my account again, because I have had SO many emails from friends asking me why I dropped them as a “friend” on Facebook. And those are just the ones who are bold enough to ask! What about all the others who think I’ve just upped and cut them from my social circle! And then I think, WHY would I possibly do that anyway? Do they think I thought their statuses were boring and not worthy? Or maybe their profile pic wasn’t hot enough? Or they didn’t meet my “to be my friend you must write on my wall at least 10x a month” quota? So friends, if you are reading this, none of the above! I usually put my friends on “probation” before I drop them for those crimes.

Off to see if I can find any more cures for Sunday Night Syndrome.

JEN

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