For example, today I watched the Bachelorette at 1pm in the afternoon with my curtains shut while eating old shortbread cookies I found in my cupboard from a trip to London a few years ago. Disgusting, yes, but my kitchen is being renovated and I don't have appliances or food. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, they are from Harrods and something from Harrods should never go to waste. If I get food poisoning, I'll let you know.
I've also reverted to wearing Crocs. You know, those ugly shoes (if you can call them shoes) people aren't supposed to wear anywhere outside the confines of their garden? Well, I wear them everywhere and I mean EVERYWHERE, much to the dismay of my very fashionable Virgo husband. I claim, "they're comfortable" which really means, "I'm too down in the dumps to find nicer shoes to wear." Heels hurt when you are feeling blue, people. I probably own about 100 pairs of really nice shoes, though, and they are all going to waste while I wallow. It's a temporary detour until I get my dream job. I've even been called the Imelda Marcos of Vancouver, but all I want to wear now are these ugly CROCS. I love them, I really do. They make my feet feel comfy which warms my wounded, feeling sorry for myself, heart. Ain't nothing wrong with that, right? RIGHT?
I've also been looking up dog breeders, because now I feel that if I'm home alone all of the time as an unemployed film industry couch potato, I need some living, breathing entity, besides my independent cat, to keep me company. I suppose a goldfish would suffice, but a dog sounds so much more time consuming which is what I need right now. An idle mind is the devil's playground, so if I can fill my idle mind with training a dog, I figure I'll be okay, or I might go crazy. Either is OK with me. Crazy people are usually pretty interesting.
So there you have it. I've filled my days with junk.
I do have two job interviews next week. Okay, that's a lie. What I've really done is pushed myself into companies to take a few of the employees for networking lunches. I see it as interviews, they see it as free lunch. It's a win-win situation.
Well, back to wearing my crocs. I think I want a purple pair, now. Maybe one in every colour.
