Not much to report at length so I’m going with the bulleted list of random shit that pops into my head for the next, oh say, 10 30 minutes or so.

• I’m working twelve days in a row. That’s almost half a month. I’m currently on Day 7. I’m getting sorta winded. Today I got to work at 10 a.m. and by thirty minutes aftern noon I was pissed that I was getting another table. That’s a sign of wear and tear, right there. I spent a fourth of what I made on the fish special, because dammit, I’m worth it. I had chili-dusted grilled salmon with an asiago cheese and green chile potato cake and grilled vegetables with a melon and papaya salsa made with cilantro, red onions and honey. Not bad for seven bucks.
• Still haven’t heard from these guys. Nine days until all winnners are notified. It’s been difficult to stay confident.
• The art and live music show at the Family Wash was fantastic. MissE’s stuff was really impressive. I especially liked her batiks. The Suns of Norway were really good, too. I’d never heard them before, but the artist and I have similar taste in music, so I wasn’t surprised. Pretty, melodic, low-key. Annette from Venus Hum sang on one song and, man. I’ve seen her perform a bunch and am no longer starstruck when I see her around, but I forget how powerful her voice is. It’s beautiful. I got drunk on sparkling wine in can. They’re called Sophia Minis and I’m charmed silly by them. It tastes kinda metallic, but SO CUTE IT COMES WITH A STRAW. In a little pink can! Then I took a photo of the Nashville skyline on the bridge coming back from East Nashville. This is the Music City through a canned champagne haze. [More photos from the art/music show, taken by the boyfriend.]
• The cat I got when I was 13 or 14 died. She was hit by a car about a week ago. After a day she died. It was one of the saddest, most horrible two days of my life. It was harder for my sister, who kept Abby as an adult.
• You should hear the morbid shit this girl C. and I talk about at work. She had this table that had a four or five month old baby at it. The baby’s mother was completely and loudly engrossed with her child. And thought everyone else should be, too. She actually said to one of her tablemates, "Look at my sweet baby, isn’t she pretty?" The baby started to grunt and whine and her mother said, "Just listen to that voice." Oh yes, your pink-covered, gargling infant is teeth-crushingly cute and obviously ready for American Idol. C. was all, "I’m not going to even acknowledge that they have a baby. Or, better yet I’ll say, ‘We have a closet you can keep that in. Your baby, I mean.’ Or, ‘May I offer your baby a plastic bag?’" C. always takes it too far, which is why I adore her. That and she sometimes brings her flask to work. But seriously, that kid is going to have major mommy issues. My bet is she grows up to be a stripper.
• Another example of why I like C.: Madonna’s song "Holiday" was on while we were prepping stuff for Sunday brunch when C. started singing over the lyrics, "May I have some Hollandaise? Hollandaise to celebrate. Hollandaise! It would be so nice!"
• I read about this DVD called The Trainer’s Edge: Killer Butt in a fitness magazine at the gym. They claimed it was hands down the best workout video to reshape the ass, hips and thighs. My problem area needs all the reshaping it can get so I bought a used copy and ten days later my DVD arrived. I popped it in one afternoon before work and OHMYGOD. That was three days ago and my walk is still all fucked up. The workout consists of rep after rep of tried and true ass-whittling methods: squats, squats, lunges and more squats. The DVD is surprisingly varied, though, which tricked me into completing most of the exercises. When I went to sleep that night I would cry out when I’d turn over. I dreaded waking up because I could feel my muscles repairing themselves and tightening. My legs muscles felt like huge, hot, hard ropes. I’m going to attempt to do it again in two or three days. This is a video I’m going to have to work my way up to. But, holy christ, if I do this thing three times a week I might actually put on a pair of shorts or a skirt come spring time. Highly recommended if you have a high threshold for pain and have a really fat ass. Otherwise it’s just not worth it.
• My boss at [the place where I work] has asked me to write the copy for an ad he’ll be running in a local socialite magazine. He wants assertive and funny. And for me to be creative. And for whatever reason I’m scared to death. He’s liked what I’ve shown him but thinks I’m holding back and being too tame. Must work on that tonight. It’s just work, work, work, work, work, work, work.
• I’m making things for you. Well, some of you. But I’m going slowly. Forgive my snail’s pace.
• I want to pimp Alison’s online jewlery storre, i like beads. For no reason other than that I like her stuff and wish I could afford to buy some right now. But can’t, and thought you might.
• My car insurance rates just went down!