Just another boring Tuesday...

"You tell me in your bedroom voice... c'mon honey, let's go make some noise" -Bangles

So, you want to hear about my day? Ok. Hold on to your seats, because it's a doozie.

Wake up late as usual. Remember in my morning fog that we have a visitor bringing us lunch today so I don't have to figure that out. Bonus. Get out the door at my close-to-usual time with a pbj and diet coke - the breakfast of champions. Traffic was less than annoying and the iPod is at it's shuffling finest. Get off at the exit for my work listening to "When I'm Sixty-Four" by the Beatles. Thank you iPod!

Find a spot in the rocks even though it's a little after 8am (the rocks would be the temporary parking lot at work while they finish the garage that was supposed to be done in October.) More fine tunage for the walk to the office - "Galileo" by the Indigo Girls. Get to my desk with a minimum of e-mails and voicemails to answer and actually am able to get cracking pretty well. Consult with co-worker S. about my project because of course nothing is simple and I need to bounce ideas off her. The morning passes pretty quickly with a quick check of the Slowly Boiling Frog blog to laugh at the review of last night's 24. I think about how I need to figure out how to link from my blog but am too lazy to actually do it.

Lunch with the LA CVB. New project coming in downtown LA, but I have no pull on where my groups go, so I'm here for the free lunch and entertainment. Lunch I got, entertainment not. But at least they had diet coke. I need to drink water.

I end up on a roll in the afternoon and stay until 6:45pm because I am a workaholic and overachiever. Plus it is much easier to get things done when the office is quiet. Say goodnight to the cleaning guy and plug into the iPod again for the trip home. On my way to the rocks again I think about going to the gym. Get in my car and think about just going home. Guess what wins.

Get home without pulling through some drive-through for food even though cooking sounds lame to me. Manage to make a fairly healthy dinner and get my crap together for tomorrow's lunch by the middle of American Idol. This is the last week of the show that I will actually enjoy, but I do set the VCR for the dramatic "hell week" that supposedly starts tomorrow night. I hope that Simon will get really mean and these losers aren't just crybabies. I fear I may be disappointed.

Scrubs comes on and I thoroughly enjoy the Sacred Heart Air Band. Check the video out at nbc.com because it is funny. I mull over getting up to wash the dishes but it's too cold to get off the couch. I should turn up my heat, but it's almost time for bed. I watch the second episode of Scrubs and set my cable box and VCR timers during commercials. I am not missing another week of The Office.

I come into my second bedroom/office on another commercial break for a quick e-mail check. Nothing exciting - just e-mails I should have replied to weeks ago but am too lazy to think of responses. I look at the neatly organized stacks of papers on my desk: "shred," "checkbook," "Paid Bills/File," "To Pay/review," and "Misc." I should do something with all of this stuff. But I can't pay bills until I get my paycheck on Thursday so why do anything with the rest?

Love Monkey comes on. I like Tom Cavanagh and the show is pretty good. I decide I should blog since I promised Gabe last week that I would on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But what to write about? How about my boring day?

So there you have it. I am going to go turn on my electric blanket, feed the cats, do the dishes and read for a while before falling asleep to channel 11. My glamourous day has come to an end. I know you all envy my life. :)