Two walls of the new place are dark, pretty exposed brick. I want to paint the rest of it dark rosey orange, light plant green, or turquoise erring on the green side. (Would that mean LESS green or MORE? Because I meant MORE.) Which should it be? Input is welcome (Rebs? Bridget?)

You know. Basil, garlic salt, roasted corn, cottage cheese, maraschino cherries. Just the basics.

JK people! It’s the same salsa-cheese-scallion “Mexican Delight” I raved about in my starring role in Naree’s short feature film Annie, Nobody Cares.

The RCN Man is coming in a few hours (between 8 and 11. Yeah right.) to pick up “the equipment,” which I thought was an unnecessarily vague way to put it. It’s a cable box and modem, right? When he gets here, I’ll tell him that that’s what those things are called.

This means I will be without Internet from 11 a.m. Tuesday to Friday evening. I know, I am such a loser. But when this sunk in this afternoon, I experienced somewhat of a mental crisis. It’s not my fault. This computer is just so friggin’ nice. It would be insulting to NOT conduct my entire life from its pristine titanium portals. The “freakout” wasn’t verbal, or bratty, or anything. It was more like a silent, proufound realization that I … um, conduct my entire life through a computer.

And yet, I can’t wait to run on the beach. Hmmm. Maybe I could just find a virtual running-on-a-beach live feed on the Internet and use that instead. I could turn on my powerful wave machine and spritz myself with tap water and have my sneakers on and everything. But I’d still be lying on this couch.