Damn You, Fitted Sheet!

The fitted sheet is even more challenging after you've been drinking lots.

I never thought the fitted sheet could be *more* of a pain in the ass.

Although I am coming to the realization that something is weird about my bed. No full sized sheets fit. I momentarily thought "Shit! Maybe my bed is queen sized!" but then the sheets really wouldn't fit at all. Right? And the bed itself probably wouldn't have fit in any of my apartments.

I had a minor laundry issue today - it was pouring on my way to drop of my sheets/towels at laundromat-of-choice. Consequently, the bag and its contents were soaked by the time I arrived. When I got there, I said to the woman behind the counter "How are you doing today?" She eyed me suspiciously and said "Fine, Leee-ah" and then smiled as though she had something to hide. "Oh, good," I said awkwardly. It looked as though she had something to say, so I said "Is everything ok?" She went on to explain that the laundromat will be closed for the next week for renovations.

"Oh," I said, standing confused with my heavy bag of wet laundry. "Huh." I had three options:

1. Bring the wet bag of laundry home and be late to work.
2. Bring the wet bag of laundry all the way to work and either
a) drop it off to be cleaned during the day or
b) bring it back home after letting it sit around wet all day or
3. Leave it at the laundromat and NOT have to carry it anywhere while it was heavy and wet.

I opted for 3, because I didn't feel like walking around in the rain anymore with a bag of soaked sheets and towels weighing me down.

I mention this because I picked up the sheets tonight and decided to drop them off at a laundromat on 39th street that turns out to be CHEAPER! And they're high tech and have everything in a computer system! Yes, it is out of my way, but it seems like a better option. I'll see how small a wad they fold the sheets into and will make my decision on whether or not to convert to the more upscale operation.

I just got back from a drama-filled night at Bench Buddy's - actually, first night of drama in NYC to date - complete with fighting on the street and tears shed at the party by yours truly! Also, I accidentally knocked a bottle of beer off of his 5th story roof onto the street. It wasn't mine. I didn't even know it was next to me. That could have been a bad scene. Nevertheless.... I am exhausted and drunk and got home and realized that there are no sheets on my bed. I had to choose between flannel or the yellow-t-shirt-guest-sheets for the bed for tonight, and for the love of GOD the yellow sheets don't fit the bed!!! It's not a particularly thick mattress. Maybe I have just randomly and coincidentally only bought lame/ill-fitting sheets. I don't know. But seriously. It should not be this difficult to make a bed. The sheet is on the corners but not on either of the long sides of the bed.

Oh well. It's only for one night.

I really want to sleep, but I have to wait.

Jealous

I hate that jealousy keeps me up at night.

Do insomniacs resent everyone who can sleep?

Or do you get used to things?

I forgot my address today. That's how tired I am. But I am not tired enough to fall asleep while jealous of other girls and while jealous of people who can sleep while other girls are causing all sorts of irrational angst.

If there wasn't someone sleeping obliviously in my apartment right now I would write a song about this.

OK.

It is now time for random reading of other people's blogger blogs.

I'll let you know if I find anything good.

I Know What You're Thinking

You're thinking "Leah Lar hasn't written anything about Snoop Dogg in ages! What's wrong? Is everything ok?"

So here you go.

And for more from Live 8, click here.

Bench Buddy and I were just discussing who got the most screwed, and I'm voting for Germany. Yes, they got Ah-Ha (yes, folks, watch Ah-Ha butcher their song and be amazed how 20 years have apparently not elapsed for the lead singer!) but they also had to listen to Chris DeBurgh, who you might remember from such mega hits as Lady In Red.

Wtf?

Bench Buddy thinks the U.S. got screwed, but I disagree. Def Lepard! Kaiser Chiefs! Stevie Wonder! Will Smith doing the theme song from Fresh Prince of Bel Air! And Maroon 5. And Rob Thomas. And freaking Black Eyed Peas. Right. I am changing my vote. We really did get screwed.

2012

London got the Olympics.

Paris must be pissed.

Just now I listened live and for a moment thought "Come on... come on New York..." even though I think having the Olympics here would be the worst thing ever. Well, it would be the worst thing ever if I am still here in 2012, which will most likely not be the case.

Oh well.

I am up early because I spent the entire night tossing and turning and wondering if I am too insecure to effectively date someone with a harem. I also kept thinking "I have no desire to go back to work" and then "Work is going to be so stressful"" and "Oh man, its going to be stressful science-wise and on top of that I have to see D at work tomorrow and have to hold it together" and "Dear god it is LOUD HERE and I can't sleep." Even ear plugs couldn't block the sounds of midtown traffic. It was also hot.

Blah.

Now its raining and I have to drop off laundry and mail rent and in better news deposit the $4020 that greeted me yesterday upon my return to NYC!

I am delirious. And insecure. And homesick. And confused. And exhausted. And don't have a headache anymore because I took three Excedrin Migraines yesterday so am nauseous instead.

It's great to be back.

Awshummmm.

In Desperate Need of Vacation from Vacation

Hey kids,

I'm back and just realized I forgot to pay my July rent.

That is so unlike me.

I realized, being back in Boston this past week, that I am generally unlike me in the present. Being in Boston made me realize that I am not myself.

New self? Different self? Better self? I am afraid it is, instead, wrong self.

I am very scattered these days. Prior to my leaving, work was frantic and I was experiencing feelings of dumbness and inability and stress. I had visitors for a week solid prior to leaving, which explains my failure to pay rent or really engage in any sort of normal activity that requires being at home, such as the paying of rent.

My "vacation" ended up causing me more stress.

I was thrilled to see so many people, catch up with old friends, and to remember the old self and miss it. I am stressed, though, because it seems that D is not enamored with Boston and this poses a challenge. I have been back in NYC for about two hours and already am fed up with the loudness of the traffic and my lack of expertise.

I mastered Boston and apparently that's something I value.

I am feeling a lot of things right now and I don't understand any of them.

I thought that I'd experienced and felt everything there was to feel, but I was wrong.

Anyway, because I am stressed and flustered and confused and, gasp, homesick, I will leave you with a vague synopsis of my vacation. Hopefully I'll have time to tell some stories, but with work being such as it is and with life being still frantic and with Argentina less than two weeks away, I will most likely not have time for anything.

Left on Tuesday - no traffic! Spent the night on Sister's futon after watching Curb Your Enthusiasm and drinking wine coolers.

Ate lunch with former coworkers on Wednesday after touring former coworkers' new facility. I left nearly in tears. I miss them. I miss the way I am with them. I miss having people take an interest in me and taking an interest in other people. I miss smiles in the workplace and quirkiness. I was gratified after shocking the subject of a My Mundane Life In Song song to the point where he fell off his chair when I said "Hi!" with atypical confidence. Hah. I love how time actually does heal wounds.

Had Indian food on Wednesday night with A and J after D and I hit the hot tub in the Hyatt. Met up with friends at Orleans afterwards and was surprised that people had come out to see me and not to get a look at D. Again, I forgot what it feels like to be noticed, to be considered, to be something more than an appendage. After Orleans went back to Hall Street and, again, nearly left in tears because love feels so nice.

D said "All of your friends love you so much," and I thought "We settle for so much less in New York."

Had lunch with Brother and Aunt J on Thursday afternoon in the North End and then took a trolley around the city to convince D that Boston rules! I'd never done this before and learned a lot. D, however, was not convinced.

On Thursday night Brother, D and I met up with LBF and her posse at the Courtside and I remembered how much I love locals, and how much less intimidating and therefore more fun karaoke is in Boston. We then went to see Sister's band play in PA's Lounge in Somerville. We only got minorly lost.

On Friday afternoon I went for lunch at Emma's with former former coworkers and nearly left in tears because I'd forgotten what community feels like.

We then saw an exhibit on emotion at the ICA and then headed up to NH. The moment my parents arrived to pick us up I was stressed, and this stress continued throughout the weekend.

Every decision requires four hours of discussion.

Every option is a catastrophe.

Every word has the potential to cause an explosion.

Did I mention I forgot to pay my rent?!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I hope I don't get evicted.

We spent time at the sandbar (got a raging sunburn), had a cookout, went to Funspot and were joined by LBF - woo hoo!, went to Meredith and Weirs Beach, had dinner at D's friend's house, saw War of the Worlds and Mr. and Mrs. Smith at the drive in, listened to Mother gush about how happy she is that there are now 8 of us instead of 5 as though rings have been exchanged and sometimes I am more worried about her heart breaking than my own.

Spent the 4th of July drinking Ice Bowls at Fire and Ice in Harvard Square and then watching American Psycho at Sister's instead of watching fireworks. This could be the start of a wonderful tradition.

Now I am back and am experiencing no relief/happiness about it. I don't know why.

Do I miss things?

I think I miss me.

I think I have no idea what I think.

Well, its at least good to be back on My Mundane Life in Song.

Here are some photos from my vacation! Enjoy.