my favorite part of this weekend: tina fey on the martha stewart verdict - "don't feel sorry for martha because she would not feel sorry for you." ain't that the damned truth!

so, in fits of indulgence, miller and i combed the discount stores this weekend and came up with all manner of goodes, including but not limited to chair pads, white nonruffly opaque curtains, a 42" ceiling fan, plush towels, a new mattress pad, picture and poster frames, cleaning agents, plant stands and a new shirt to replace the one i drooled chocolate all over.

i love spending money, though i did too much of that friday night when i went out with the girls and wound up saying "i'll just get it" way too often, esp considering i drove and no one chipped in gas. i'll get it back on the next outing, but what a way to burrow out of debt, no?

then saturday i had to recooperate - a feat that was not helped by lifetime's homeless to harvard which i fucking balled over and then couldn't stop crying about. brought up dad issues, addiction issues, entitlement issues, etc. but, dude, it was a lifetime movie. LIFETIME. this story in the today's ny times brought it all back to me.

miller and i capped off last night with french style cheesecake and the movie october sky, which [of course] made me cry. you'd think i'm bleeding this week! nope, just my fucking melodramatic tendencies.

speaking of which, i REALLY need to be working on friday's deadline, but instead i took all day planning/booking for the chicago conference and writing up the news wire. that crap shouldn't've lasted the morning, yet here it is - almost quittin' time and i've yet to conduct a single interview.

got a call from the social worker and my lawyer today. both told me the good and bad news. bad: the bumbling idiot social worker never submitted her decision. good news: my wonderful lawyer took care of everything. therefore, javi is officially mine 10 days from friday (the 5th). no more false promises. this time it'll be for real.

now - work calls ... or at least, it should.