Thursday
Went to Vinum Populi with Jen. That place rocks! I bought a $10 debit card, and was able to taste three or four different wines, it was awesome. As I was telling Jen about my latest potential Jdate, the guy sitting at the couch about an inch from us began telling the girl he was with how he is over Jdate because of all the bad experiences he’s had. I knew I had seen his profile before, but I can’t find it now. Anyway, it was funny.

Friday
Went to the ENT where I promptly had an endoscope put down my throat so that the doctor could see my vocal chords. Since I have such a horrible gag reflex, the throat option didn’t work, so instead the doctor tortured me by putting it through my nose and down my throat. Yes, it was as pleasant as it sounds. I think he got a new instrument and wanted to try it out or something, because he’s never cared about my vocal chords before. I can’t wait to get my bill in the mail.

After work, my sister picked me up and we headed over to the Cingular store where I joined the rest of the modern world and bought a BlackBerry Curve. It does waaaay more than my Razr ever did, yet I’m still reluctant to give up my paper calendar. Call me old fashioned. After that, we went to California Chicken Cafe for salads while I tried to ward off my buyer’s remorse.

Saturday
Checked my mail and was pleasantly surprised to find a check for $120 from my landlord because he apparently overcharged all of us for some city fees. Needless to say, I was no longer suffering from buyer’s remorse.

I then spent much of the day out in the Valley where I had a manicure and pedicure and got my hair cut and colored. It was a much, much needed day of relaxation. That evening, I cleaned my apartment, went through all the mail that had taken over my kitchen table, and then watched about four hours of Tivod stuff. My head was spinning after watching Ugly Betty–too many story lines to keep up with!

Sunday
I took my Little to the West Hollywood Book Fair. Unfortunately, most of the children and family area was geared toward younger kids and the adult section was um, too adult for her. On our way back to the parking lot, a woman approached us and told my Little how beautiful she is and gave us her card; she’s a talent agent. When the woman left, my Little just shrugged and said that’s happened a few times before, but her mother has never followed through and asked if I would call. I’m debating doing that, because I don’t know if that business is something I would want my Little to go into, especially given the stress and craziness she already has at home.

That afternoon, I ran all over the city looking for a portfolio binder thingy for my writing samples. Did I mention I have an interview tomorrow?

Now I’m deciding between doing laundry or sitting on my butt the rest of the night. I have a feeling sitting on my butt may win. Hope everyone had a great weekend!