Vanity post

Today I put on lipstick and heels and a pencil skirt and you'd think I was wearing a prom dress or something. I got "you look nice today," "you look very made up today," "you look so fancy," and "you got a hot date tonight?" (The last from my boss, of course.) I mean, I guess it's nice they noticed, but I just kept thinking jeez, I must look like a real effing slob every other day of the week.

I won't be wearing the heels tomorrow, since I just slashed open the side of my big toe on what I think was an unfortunately placed staple on one of my kitchen baseboards. It all started when my stupid cat was yelping and yelping (God, his life is so hard) for dinner. So I opened some Fancy Feast AND replenished his dry food, and when I spilled a few fish-shaped pieces, I kicked them in his direction because it's kind of fun to watch him spaz out. Foot, meet staple. Then came the gushing blood. Foiled.

So I'm getting back into books. But since I'm a Hollywood snob, I'm only reading books that will live on as pilots or features. I'm almost finished with The Ten Best Days of My Life by Adena Halpern, which Fox recently bought for Amy Adams. It was only $4.99! (For me, not for Fox.) It's really lovely...exactly the combination of sweetness and ireeverence I hope to achieve in my stuff. The first line is "I died today, which is so weird." I've been hooked ever since.