It's Katie Fee's Fancy Weekend, so tonight I'm going to put on heels for the first time since ... um, May? I go full-on flat sandals all summer, so it's about time for me to gain my autumn two inches. Here's hoping I can stay upright.
Speaking of which. I am so, so, so over this stupid injury I caused myself. It's one of those things that just won't stop being annoying; nearly three weeks after I [with partial success] tried to impale myself on a stretch of Tenth Avenue sidewalk, it still hasn't healed. I really miss the days when I lived at home, so my parents dealt with anything icky or scary, like bandage-changing. Between a doctor and a mom, they were so much more capable than I'll ever be.
I still haven't done my CD Mix. Due date is, um, imminent. But don't worry, people. I'm a practiced procrastinator, I can put this off waaaay longer than this.
Hey! Have you read a celebrity interview lately? Self-pimping:
Patrick Wilson (future "Fat Batman"),
Liev Schreiber (and may I humbly recommend the other awesome
"New York 40" interviews. Pat Kiernan!). Oh, and if you've ever wondered if
Vanessa Williams fears a Single While Female situation with that other Vanessa Williams, here ya go. Or just watch
this, which I did a few times, which is probably I asked her if she's saving the best for last.