So much for not having an almond butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast. So much for eating last night's leftovers instead. The pull of the almond butter is just too great. I am weak and hopeless in its grasp.

My cute, flippy haircut is too difficult for me to maintain. I don't like to use hair products and I don't like to spend a lot of time on my hair, so I'm back to looking like a Soccer Mom. With the exception of a Sarah McLachlan-ish crop a few years back, my hair has been cut in a pageboy style for the last sixteen years. At least now I have layers which adds volume to the old standby. Jared's pretty goddamned lucky my hair looks decent without all the round brushing and moussing, or else I'd march right into his little salon and skin the fake tan right off his Napoleonesque body. I'm just saying.

I was a lazy ass yesterday and I plan to be a lazy ass today. I had grandiose plans of visiting 20 to 25 elementary schools this week, but now I think I'll just mail the letters instead. Vacation is just too delicious to think about work.

The most miraculous thing happened the other night. Tony introduced me to Sirius. No, he doesn't have a friend who escaped from wizard prison. I'm talking satellite radio, peeps. It's clear, it's got a receiver that tells what song is playing and there are no commercials. But the heavens opened and the songs of angels resonated in my ears when he showed me the channel that plays BROADWAY SHOW TUNES TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY. Uninterrupted. This is my holy fucking grail. John loaned us his car kit for our trip to Philadelphia tomorrow, which Tony installed in my car this morning. In the short time it took me to drop Tony off at the Metro station and return home, I heard "If I Were a Rich Man" from Fiddler on the Roof, "Get Me to the Church on Time" from My Fair Lady, "Tomorrow" from Annie, "It Only Takes a Moment" from Hello, Dolly! and "Take a Chance on Me" from Mamma Mia. I'm nearly hoarse from belting.

Yeah, I'll be subscribing.