Last weekend's damage.

In lieu of recent global economic downturn, I have decided to tabulate everything I spend money on for the month of November. Everything including tips, parking meter feedings, etc. Last weekend's damage? Let's see...

Ticket to HSM 3 - $13.50 plus $1 parking = $14.50
Dinner in BDB ('beautiful downtown Burbank')=$7.57
Ticket to Pride and Glory - $10.50.
Car wash plus tip =$12.
An iced coffee to go = $2.05
A cup of loose leaf tea = $2.25.
Shopping at Trader Joe's =$16.20
Albertson's run = $17.50
Total=$82.57

The Friday Anxiety.

Buenas tardes, otoño
It was a deliciously cool evening with the crisp of fall's arrival. Wish I could say this more often and hopefully, prontissimo. Sporadic and temperamental. Brisk and fresh.

Ooh baby, now we're talking.

and What the *@#?!
The unfortunate matter is that people are driving me nuts. These days, life seems to be going in that direction.

What do you do when friends and strangers alike start getting on your nerves? It's literally everybody. Your parents and your roommates aggravating you, that's a given, sure, but what about when you get out of your desolate Angeleno apartment, get away from the roommates and the clutter and the fact that you're the cleanest human being within that dwelling, only to find that your nearest-and-dearest are bugging you upon escaping said dwelling?

So I escape to my room in my apartment and shut the door behind me, hoping I'm lucky and no one will come knocking on this particular evening and let me shut the world out for a couple hours. Albeit, the crying baby and nastily-barking dog next door always seem to break the invisible veneer of peace.

Well you can't have everything.

Ay, hombre, que debes hacer?
Poco hecho mi madre sabe que su hija sera la persona la mas limpia en cada situacion...

WOTW

sommelier. noun. a waiter in a restaurant who has charge of their wines and their service; a wine steward.

Going to add "research remote islands" to my To Do List.

Flattery, it seems, still works.

Most people feel, for the most part, ignored.

I was slightly flattered by the Visa credit card guy on the phone that was transferring my credit card balances. Ok, well it was unexpected, so maybe it struck more of a chord since it took me by surprise. After I asked my meticulous questions regarding charges, transaction fees, and interest rates (got my rate down to 7.99%, if you're dying to know) and the 0% interest window, the friendly male voice asked,"If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"
At this point I was half-thinking that this may be another security question (albeit after all the business was discussed and set), but on the other hand, gut feeling that this was out of curiosity. Seems I was quite the inquisitive credit cardholder, and a couple of the questions I asked were not frequently mentioned.
Ah, flattery. Even though my dirty financial burdens were aired out to some customer service guy, he was impressed by the information I requested. Yep, still feeling flattered over here.

Now that I'm off of the phone, I am getting off of my computer, and getting out of my apartment...

Adding up the damage, and WOTW

Ravenous here. Ate the top of a banana nut muffin. Then remembered that I don't like pecans and the rest of it was cakey muffin with pecans.

Adding Up the Weekend Damage
Friday night. Went home. Continued with my season one Heroes refresher.
Saturday. Went shopping.
Bought some business cas threads. $100.
Had a coffee and a bad pretzel, $4.50.
Went out for drinks and munchies, plus parking. $23.
Sunday. Went out for lunch plus parking, $12.
Coffee, $2.70.
Movie and munchies, $22.00
Weekend total: $163.70

And still felt like I spent half of the weekend sleeping. Maybe next weekend I should give myself a $50 limit. Will see how that pans out.

WOTW

gaffe. noun. a social or diplomatic blunder.

maverick. noun. 1994 movie starring Mel Gibson and Jodie Foster. No wait...