I was weirdly off yesterday, time-wise.

I woke up late, around 12.30p (didn't go to bed until 4.30a the night before, if that's any excuse) and then stayed in bed until 2.30p reading the SNL book (boy am I loving this book--who knew Nora Dunn was such an impossible bitch?), and then I watched my TiVoed version of The Price is Right, and since that show is on at 11a and I had just gotten out of bed and everything, not to mention the fact that it was grey and dark outside, I spent the day consistently thinking that it was about four hours earlier than it was.

I went upstairs and said to Cynthia, "Have you wondered why you haven't seen your dog all day? It's because she and Baldrick have spent the entire day gazing through the window at each other. It seems that your dog is having an affair with my cat."

Honestly, they both kept running from one window to another, staring at each other, Stockton occasionally barking and Baldrick with his tail all puffed up. It was just the most hilarious thing, all these longing looks and so close and yet so far vibe, very French Lieutenant's Woman.

Lenten entries missed:

Carrie is really ready to sleep alone, was really just so over winter, seemingly got a big fat tattoo, and totally celebrated Easter.

Today's horoscope:
Now that you've had some practice letting go, enjoy being swept along. Your questions will be answered in due time. The certificate that you're holding will still be redeemable during the coming days.

One year ago today:
And Mary is the greatest example living of why actresses should never marry plastic surgeons. She's starting to look like Katherine Helmond in Brazil.

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