Slight Qualification

I have to make a correction: I have some friends who are opera singers and they are by no means pretentious or assholes. I was merely projecting as that is what I feel like whenever my iTunes shuffle lands on opera. 

Opera is for Lovers

...or pretentious assholes. 

Am listening to Maria Callas and I feel so peaceful. And fake. 

Two entries in a row! So what's the occasion? Dan was able to open the garage door! Yea Dan! I am now at the Union, working on a spreadsheet, naturally. Dan and I are going out to dinner tonight at Ruth Chris. I am so terribly excited! 

Another piece of good news: I was so sore this morning that I literally could. not. run. Not at all. My body just refused. Finally, a good excuse for not working out! My trainer is killing me. I love it.

In other news, The Love Guru was absolutely eviscerated by the New York Times. Surprised? Not really. Honestly, this is the best part of the whole review: "No, the Love Guru is downright antifunny, an experience that makes you wonder if you will ever laugh again." 

SNAP! A. O. Scott (son of Joan Scott, for all of you who are interested in cultural history as an academic discipline) pulls no punches. And nor will I today (terrible segue). Back to work for me. 

Don't Call It A Comeback

I'm back. 

Here is my explanation for my blogging hiatus: I have a dull, yet happy, life. Really, what could I write? "Today I went to the office, worked until 11:30, then I ate lunch because I am very midwestern in that way, and then I went home at 6:30. Dan made dinner. I drank too much. We watched Olbermann. I played sudoku. I woke up the next morning and did the EXACT SAME THING!."

So you must forgive me for not updating. The funny thing is that I like my routine. 

Alas, my life has changed slightly due to a stubbornly broken garage door. My car is stuck in the garage and I am stranded in the 'burbs. Hence this blog post from Borders (located next door--how convenient!).

I've also began working out with a personal trainer. I know. I'm slightly embarrassed about this. The problem is that I cannot lose weight and I needed someone to kick my ass. So there. I did it. I feel very selfish. And sore. 

Speaking of selfish, David leaves today for Toronto and then he deserts us for Australia. He'll be back in August. 

Final note of interest: my advisor informed me that my quantitative section of my dissertation must be finished before I leave for France. Crap, crap, crap. Managing my undergrad data coders and filling in Excel sheets are the activities that keep me occupied until 6:30. 

So leave a comment. Let me know you care.