So yesterday I spent doing the laundry and putting it away.

How could that take a whole day? Well, first of all, I haven't put a single item of clothing in a drawer or on a hanger in six months, as I wash it, dry it, fold it, then wear it again without actually putting anything away!

Also, I decided to unpack some clothes that haven't seen the light of day since last November (I have a great many more socks than I ever remember having before!) and they all needed to be washed because they were all smashed and stinky, so now everything I own is washed!

If not dried. If it takes 20 minutes to wash a load and 2 hours to dry it (lotta towels involved) then it's easy to get ahead of oneself.

I also did the dishes, which wasn't such an enormous pile but for the fact that every single piece of cutlery I own was in the sink.

I was reduced to feeding the cat with those little silver demitasse spoons that I stole from a catering job about fifteen years ago!

I know I made a similar observation a year ago or so, but if you haven't seen it, it's new to you!

So the other day I saw an ad in the paper about a wedding pull-out supplement that will be in the Daily News in October, so I decided to see about putting an ad in.

I rang, and the paper is split into three areas of distribution--Queens and Staten Island, Brooklyn and Long Island, or City North, which is Manhattan, Westchester, New Jersey, and The Bronx with a circulation of 2 1/2 million.

Anyway, for City North an 1/8 of a page ad is $457, which is a pile of dough, but I could pay it off in just one wedding. I think it's worth it, but I called my Mom to get her advice, and she offered to pay for half without my asking or hinting or anything! So I'm definitely doing it.

She said that it'll be an early Christmas present, but the great thing about early Christmas presents is that they never remember and you always get as much loot as ever.

Saw The Fifth Element last night. What an awful movie!

I'm sure glad that I didn't pay 8.75 to see it in the theatre, but it was kinda fun in a fairly appalling way. I have never seen Gary Oldman be so horrible before.

The message of the movie for me was that what men really want is a sixteen-year-old supermodel who can barely be restrained from constantly removing what few articles of clothing that they can be convinced to wear, and who can't speak English.

I like to think that guys might want an occasional conversation, but I could be wrong!

One year ago today:
"Because the song's not about lollipops, it's about fellatio, and that will never go out of style!"

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