When did I, Where did I, Why Am I

Sparkle, Felipe, Sparkle! I'm trying to do just that, but I have to wait for my yellow "doll" (the diet pill) to kick in with the instant excitement.  Right now, I'm feeling like I'm going through the ultimate hell. MIKALA!!! I'm blaming it all on you, because right now I'm not in the mood to accept personal accountability. You with your prodding about what I intended to do for Halloween. I felt obligated to do something. So I dressed up as Winne the Pooh's drunken cousin, Guinny  the Pooh (gold cargo pants, red polo shirt and old Guinness fitted with furry ears. Will post pics later)  and that was going down to an over crowed Dupont Circle. At least the lack of parking kept me from feeling guilty about not got daily exercise. I had to hike eight blocks back and forth from my to the club. So I definitely got my exercise. And I definitely got my sauce on and I'm regretting it this morning. No hangover. I was driving. So I couldn't get too out there. I'm just tired.

Thought I caught a second wind this morning because I was right happy and enthusiastic about singing along with Aretha during the work commute. The highlight of the in-car show was me vamping during her sermonette towards the end of Dr. Feelgood  (Aretha: Don't worry about worry until worry get there. Me: Well, well, well , well  with *overextended gospel moan*).  I fooled myself into believing I was an honorary member the Sweethearts Soul and I could make through the day with only the aid of McDonald's ice coffee. Guess I was just at the height of my delirium brought on by exhaustion, because I came crashing down around the time I made it into work. 

And it is all because I had to watch my shows before I called it a night. Luckily ANTM  was recap. So I wasn't pressed to watch that. However I had to watch the South Park and Kid Nation. Why is Jared becoming the Al Swearengen of Bonanza City. Like Al, Jared is the go to guy for a great quote. Tonight he showed a bit of Al's temper when he went medieval on Divad's  snack stand. Added to that, Jared managed to find himself pioneer pimp outfit in the Dry Goods Store, completing the the transformation into l'il Al. Well, almost. He has to grow himself a little dustache and call someone a weanielicker.

So watching my shows put me in bed around two o' clock-- for the second night in row. On Tuesday, I caught a drummer's high from working out. At least, I put that energy to good use and wrote a bit. Speaking of which, why in the hell did I sign NaNoWriMo? Again, screw personal accountability. I'm blaming hood folks. MAHOGANIE!!! Reading her blog hipped me to this madness and I found out a couple other folks I know I giving it go as well. So why not me? Because-- "You ain't nothing but a loser! And I'm a winner. Me! [the other] Mahogany!"

So now, I'm trying to figure how long its going to take me to play The Simpsons Game--not too mention Buzz: The Mega Quiz  that I also picked up to recuperate and got into a writing mode. I figured three days was enough. That way I was only obligated to 6.48 pages. Not that more than the 5.83 pages a full thirty days gave. Then I remembered that I was a writer who loves dialogue. So it would probably be better if divided the number of words (50,000) by the number of days. And around the second time that I came up 166,666.66 per day over the course of 30 days, I remembered I was English Major/MFA Program dropout and not a mathematician. Math isn't my forte-- especially when I'm tired. Just don't tell my Boss lady. Especially since I'm the main money handler at work.

Speaking of the work, I'm the only up front.  If I hadn't been told in advance that they wouldn't be in today, I would feel like I had been Left Behind and/or Left Below. Of course that should I can catch a few Z's without getting caught. Of course the moment I close my eyes and start hollering after the hogs, the phone will ring or someone will wander in to mistaking the Theater Arts building for the Performing Art Center. Understandable mistake, but damn do so many people have to make it? Uh-oh, now I getting cranky. I got to hunt down a 'Thumping Thursday' track to get the blood pumping. My doll has yet to take.