Inspiration, exhaustion, grief creeping in, a new playlist for tomorrow (if anyone cares)

I’m tired.  I don’t know why.  It’s just one of those weeks.  I’ve had a few really bad days and I’m super bloated.  Like super bloated.  And my poop isn’t right.  I don’t know what’s going on, but it sucks.

I was sitting around last night thinking, really thinking, and an idea for a book slammed into me.  The idea isn’t at all like anything I’ve ever thought of writing.  The genre is wrong, but the story is coming to me and I’m really excited about it.  My toes are tingling.  Now, I just have to get over my fear and start writing.  I already have about 7 pages of notes from just last night.  I even bought a voice recorder in case something comes to me and I can’t write fast enough.  Wish me luck.

I will not discuss what the book is about.  Ever.  Not that I don’t love you all, but I don’t want to jinx it or have anyone steal it.

If I had the energy to explain why I’m so exhausted, I would.  I just don’t feel like writing about.  But, I could sleep for a whole day or more.  It’s my fantasy right now.  Sleep.  I have 5 whole days off next weekend and I can’t freakin wait.  I’m going MIA.  Seriously MIA.

I miss my neighbor.  It hit me yesterday, hard.  It’s been 1 month since she died and I miss talking to her.  I still look over at her porch expecting her to be there.  It’s just…weird.  I’m going to visit her grave tomorrow and have a chat.  I think it will make me feel better.

I’ll put together a new playlist tomorrow, if anyone cares.  Yeah, I will lie to myself and say that everyone will be chewing their hands off with excitement at what music I’ll pick this time.  Yes.  Lie to myself.

That’s all for now.  Thanks for reading.

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It’s like this and like that and like this and like that…

Doesn’t 98 degree weather make you want to quote songs from The Chronic and other “summer albums” or is it just me?  Just me.  Yes.  Okay, that’s cool.

Let’s get this off my chest first…Holy fucking shit!  Why is it 98 degrees in the beginning of June in NJ?  It’s so gross outside.  I have to run at 4 AM or 8 PM, which I’m not happy about.  I go to bed at 9 PM every night and I just can’t bring myself to get up at 4 AM.  Looks like I’m doing aerobics on Fit TV until the heat wave is over.  But, damn…98 today and tomorrow. 

That did not make me feel better.

Apparently, I’m a bad NJ’ian or NJ girlperson or whatever you people from other states call us (be nice!) because I dislike Bon Jovi and just don’t feel much of what Bruce Springsteen is talking about (and I don’t think he sings very well…oh the horror, right?).  Whatever.  I’m proud to say that I’m a bad NJ citizen.  The state is made up of a bunch of douchebags.  And if you’re taking offense to that last statement, then you’re probably one of them.

Speaking of hating NJ, I have a five year plan (tentively) for getting out of this armpit of hell otherwise known as the Northeast.  I have to get out of here.  It’s too populated, every one is an asshole, and I’ve been here my whole fucking life.  I have two places in mind…Charleston, SC and Boulder, CO.  I plan to live in one of those places in the next five years.  I wish I could go now and if I happen to come into some money…I’d be out of here.

That idiot Richard, who keeps emailing me, has done it again (see posts below to read about it).  I have finally remembered to block his email address, so at least I won’t see them anymore.  The last one he wrote described him coming to my job and going down on me at my desk.  He’s trying really hard, isn’t he?  He’s not even writing it in a way that is remotely erotic or enticing.  It’s just…I want to eat you out.  It is just not hot or sexy or anything but nasty and pervy.  Yuck. 

I’ve taken on a 2nd job, selling Avon.  I kind of love it.  I’ve been doing it for a month and it’s super fun.  I love Avon’s products, so it’s very easy to sell.  If you’re interested, let me know and I’ll give you the link to my webstore.  My real name is attached to it, so I won’t link to it from here. 

Bloglines sucks.  I read all of the blogs I link to on Bloglines…until recently when I realized that many of you have been updating your blogs and Bloglines hasn’t been getting the feeds.  If you’re blog is up on my roll (why did that just make me laugh) and I haven’t commented in a long while, it’s because of Bloglines.  I’m hoping that I’ve taken care of the problem, but if not I’ll have to go all old school and click on every blog in the roll.  Sorry about that, you know I love you all.

Where has Mr. Wood been?

And finally, I’m in a book!  Go here for more information and to buy the book.  Everyone must buy the book.  Go now.  Go on.  Right now.  Thanks to the lovely Peach and her crew of angels for putting together this wonderful project for charity! 

Stay tuned for tomorrow for “Ask Debbie Anything”.

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It’s my birthday eve and…

…I’m at home in my jammies watching Harry Potter movies. I know I know, you’re like “holy shit, Debbie leads an exciting and sexy life” and please, don’t be jealous. You too can drink tea in gaucho pants and fuzzy socks. You too can watch Harry Potter movies 1-5, only taking a break to do a Bhangra dance workout. You too can jump in surprise and excitement when the ringing phone breaks the monotony, only to have your stomach drop in disappointment as it’s not someone vaguely interested in how you’re doing…but alas, a telemarketer.

It’s called having no life and it’s free to everyone.

It’s fucking cold today. I love it, but I would have like to run today and it was just too damn cold.

I did go out to dinner last night with my mom and stepdad. We went to a seafood restaurant and it was heaven. I chucked my diet out for the dinner and ate whatever I wanted. The table next to us was celebrating their friend’s 50th birthday and when I got a good look at the woman, she looked 70. My mom is 53 and the woman looked like she could be her mother. People need to start taking care of themselves a bit more.

I lost 7 lbs this week. Yes, I was shocked too. I suppose eating only 1,000 calories a day works. And working out. I’ll keep you all updated on my progress. I’m only doing this 1,000 calorie a day crap for 4 more weeks.

I’ve also been doing very well being a vegetarian. I’m trying to eat a balanced and varied amount of food. I found an amazing produce spot at the Reading Terminal Market. They have everything. Seriously. I got a package of shitake mushrooms for $1.68. I almost peed myself I was so excited. I love that I can go there during my lunch hour and get the things I need for dinner. Convenient, cheap, and fresh. I’m about to pee with excitement again.

Yes, I get that excited over food.

And I want to say thank you to HDW for my awesome gift. I can’t wait to read it, as I heard great reviews saying it’s hilarious and quite well written. I read his first book, The Know It All, and enjoyed it immensely.

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So sleepy

Is it wrong that I have slept all day? And now I’m ready to take a long hot bath and go to bed.

It’s 8:30 PM.

Sad.

I will have to write a better post tomorrow. This one sucks ass. So I’ll ask a question of you to make up for shitty post.

When you can’t sleep, what do you find yourself doing?

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