Well actually I am not lonely but it sounded better than just lazy. I have decided that at this point in my day/week, I would enjoy watching paint dry. It is approximately 800 degrees here in LA right now. My motivation has completely left the building. (Note to current clients: This does not mean that I am not working, merely that I am clearly struggling for ambition.) Everything is great: the company is busy, there are a million things inspiring me and tons of ideas I’m dying to pursue. However, I seem unable to motivate past my remote control tonight. In fact, I am actually full of enthusiasm (you would not know this.) Right next to me are two FABULOUS articles in The Wall Street Journal that I am dying to blog about (one on small businesses and blogging, another on successful serial entrepreneurs – stay tuned, I swear I’ll get to them.) Today’s LA Times also has a cool article on funky popsicles that I need to comment on. Instead? I have raided the refrigerator, cupboards and all secret spots. Because I know myself well, I don’t keep a lot of junk around (unfortunate.) I have relegated myself to shaving dark chocolate off a giant bar and spraying it with fat free whipped cream (it is possible the whipped cream is outdated. For sanity sake, I don’t check.) I am moments from trying to make ice cream out of gum and Jell-o. I swear, I am pathetic (and now kind of sick, chocolate shavings and bubble water don’t work.)
It is possible that my new career should focus on writing some kind of publication about which reality shows are worth watching. Because I got so depressed watching this Al Qaeda show on CNN with Cristianne Amanpour, I decided to switch to Mission: Man Band on MTV. Clearly, I am moments from meeting my creator. In business school we would hear the stories of the lady who was obsessed with soap operas and so she started Soap Opera Digest and made like 20 billion dollars. It’s possible I have found a new career – Reality Retard Alert, A New Weekly Publication. In just a few moments I will be able to catch Sunset Tan (true quality programming. My husband thinks this show reflects the true atrocities of modern times: A full 30 minutes about tan, stupid people.) So now that I have typed my tale of woe, I will go to bed despite a late night sugar chocolate high and start again tomorrow blogging like the true, educated professional that I am. Or should be. Bonne nuit!
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