Day Seventy Six January 26, 2008

A listless Saturday: the sort of day you spend watching the clock quite unable to believe that more time hasn’t passed. I didn’t do ANY of the things I should have done: an incredibly busy week lies ahead and I haven’t faced the work realities it presents. I’m frustrated that after a week of ‘being good’ following my new diet regime; it went up in flames when I had white wine, cider and  Walker’s sensations for dinner. I’m also annoyed that I let someone else’s small-minded, throw away comment, mentally provoke me into signing up (yet again) to an Internet dating website (The comment: ‘ I was just wondering what it is, you do to be active, when a boyfriend is so clearly, what is missing from your life.) I realise that the ‘Do you come here often?/ Don’t you look lovely wearing half my pint of Guinness?/ endless bar banter is never going to be the way I find Mr Right should he indeed be out there. But the internet thing reeks of the desperation I pay Chanel a fortune to conceal…

I finally opened my recently purchased ‘Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip’ box set tonight. I could wax lyrical about a country created on the ideals of freedom and the pursuit of happiness and a nation so willing to embrace change; I could lament how a show with moments of sheer inspiration failed to get commissioned for a second series but all that will get in the way of the next episode. So I’m going to crawl into bed with Matt Perry and Brad Whitford, hope that Chanel is their fragrance of choice and that a little of their American optimism kick starts my hope of a better tomorrow.