I've decided that it bugs me when people post the same blog/entry on livejournal as on myspace. That's why I strive to be different, to say different things in each hemisphere.
This weekend wasn't much of a weekend. It was very hot, very humid and it came to a head around 5:30 Saturday night when suddenly the calm air was blowing hard, people were rolling up their windows and the sky darkened to look like something from a winter midnight. The thunder and lightening started, scaring a few of the native Michiganders (Michiganians?) I work with and soon thereafter came the downpour. At one point the rain became so thick we could not see the empty, abandoned greek restaurant that sits across the parking lot. I love that type of weather.
I worked and worked, and dealt with an upset husband. My baseball game got rained out. I did a teeny-tiny bit of grocery shopping, no cooking and, alas, no reading. On Sunday night I paid one of my bussers to roll my silverware for me so I could be home in time for the second to last episode of The Sopranos. Then I watched
Entourage and decided my real calling in life is to be a young, hip movie producer on her way up the food chain.