I picked up the official Asian release of LFN second season at the post office this morning. It is beautiful! The packaging is professionally rendered and it is actually a better quality than the first season DVD I bought at Best Buy last year. The best part is that it plays on my computer and in my DVD player. I am so happy.

I am having a bad hair day and I keep messing with it trying to get it to look acceptable. No luck. My bangs just flop forward and it looks terrible. I have a hair pin holding them back but I feel like Baby Jane– I am too old to have a barrette in my hair. Grrrrrr.

I am about to take off to the airport. Again.

I took a nap and I feel absolutely worse than I did prior to the nap. How is that possible? I am supposed to feel refreshed and renewed. This afternoon I watched Rowing with the Wind. It’s a movie I’ve wanted to watch for a very long time. It stars Hugh Grant and Elizabeth Hurley as Lord Byron and Claire Clairmont, respectively. The fellow who portrays Shelly resembles Roy Dupois. It is a horrible movie, one that I quite enjoyed. Nudity and surreal images abound.

Last night I watched Mercy with Ellen Barkin. I noticed it on Peta Wilson ‘s filmography on IMDB. It was only after watching the trailer I decided I had to see it. Why? Julian Sands. Julian Sands as a deranged psychiatrst. Julian Sands as a deranged psychiatrist who dresses as a woman. Yes. It was great in that, trying so hard to evoke Film Noir but achieving nothing more than a strange saphic slasher flick-way. I gotta go. I am late for dinner with my parents.

I updated the I Spy Donnacam!

I am so far behind on news, I only just found out that Julia Child died!

Growing up, I watched Julia on PBS. There was something about her I just loved. She was tall and so skillful in the kitchen. The thing is, she wasn’t perfect. If she dropped something, she’d just laugh. I read an article about her a few years ago and she led the most facinating life. She was a spy during WWII and later traveled extensively. Her husband was a poet and he wrote her beautiful poems. Here is my favorite:

O Julia, Julia, cook and nifty wench,
Whose unsurpassed quenelles and hot souffles,
Whose English, Norse, and German, and whose French,
Are all beyond my piteous powers to praise-
Whose sweetly rounded bottom and whose legs
Whose gracious face, whose nature temperate,
Are only equalled by her scrambled eggs:
Accept from me, your ever-loving mate,
This acclamation shaped in fourteen lines
Whose inner truth belies its outer sight;
For never were there foods, nor were there wines
Whose flavor equals yours for sheer delight.
O luscious dish! O gustatory pleasure!
You satisfy my taste buds beyond measure.
(Birthday 1961 by Paul Child)

I took my team out to lunch on Friday. We went to a seafood restaurant. The food arrived and one of the girls asked, “What did you order?”
“Mahi Mahi”
“Mahi Mahi? What is that?”
“Dolphin” I replied, waiting for the squeal of disgust as she pictured Flipper.
“Dolphin? MMmmmm, I bet they tastes good!”

The manager of the hotel just knocked at the door. He told me my neighbors request that I turn down my TV. I am so inconsiderate.

The meetings are finally over. Tomorrow I go home. I wish I could leave now.

Ate dinner at Shula’s. I am feeling no pain. Tomorrow is the second Breakfast with Donna. Hopefully I won’t be crucified. My hair is so short. Everyone keeps commenting. It feels weird.

Keine Angst hat der Papa mir gesagt/ keine Angst hat die Mama mir gasagt/ doch wenn das die Luise sagt/ ganz leis zu mir im Bett/ dann hat das nicht die Folgen/ die Luise gerne hätt,

Here I am in a suburb outside Chicago. Not too many disparaging comments regarding my glasses. Actually, they were quite complimentary. Stranger things have happened. I am tired. For some odd reason people keep talking about theii wedding day and honeymoon. Why? I don’t mention it. Odd.

I went on eHarmony and I tried to start communication with the one match but it just took me to a screen of the different price packages. HA! As if! I logged out. I don’t think I will log back in.

Time to sleep.

Yeah, off I go again. This week I am not staying in the city but in a suburb not too far from Ohare. So why am I flying to Midway? Good question. I can’t find my second favorite pair of high heels. I am worried I left them in my hotel last week. It is very clear to me that I need a week off just to get this place in order. A few days here and there just isn’t cutting it. I am on my last pack of contact lens and my eye examination isn’t until next Saturday. I am screwed. Unless I wear my glasses everywhere. Then people approach me to say, “My life was traumatized by glasses like yours!” I guess that is better than the other comment, “You look like an ethnic Cher before the plastic surgury.” Or my favorite: “Are you tired?”
Gotta finish packing. Must print out crossword puzzles.