Because every now and then, you want to know the mundane details that make up my life.

Friday: NIA, coffee with Dawn, three-month post-eye surgery exam, errands, book proofing, dinner out (car stereo face and ipod stolen during dinner — meh, at least they didn’t steal the stereo itself), then a nice nostalgic viewing of Pump Up The Volume. In some ways, Christian Slater’s character was a proto-blogger. And his girlfriend was the cutest proto-goth ever! It’s going to be awesome when lame ’80s retro fashion is eclipsed by “sundresses with combat boots” ’90s retro.

Saturday: Book proofing, Kirkland for hooping workshop at community center, lunch in Kirkland with Lily & Shon, errands, then home. Then Andreas and I got all dressed up and went to to The Stranger Genius Awards, where we’d been invited to enjoy free booze and watch awards being given to smarties. It was awesome to stand in a gallery full of Very Important Seattleites and pretend I was one of them. Evidently, pretending to be a Very Important Seattleite involves drinking too much and, after a failed attempt at dinner, finding yourself at home in bed by 10:30. Apparently, Very Important Seattleites can’t hold their liquor and have to fall asleep half-sitting up to avoid the spins. I’m assuming that REAL Very Important Seattleites can handle more than four very yummy grapefruit cocktails. I am clearly a fraud.

Sunday: Start morning off with a terrifying trip to yuppie central, Restoration Hardware. Got scared, got what was needed, and got out. Then off to Lowe’s, then home to vacuum my yard with a shop vac. Yes, I vacuumed my yard. See, when our house was prepped for painting, they scraped lead-based paint off our house and on to the ground. Then they left it there. So I got to spend several hours today vacuuming toxic paint chips off the grass. It was lame, but I gotta say that shop vacs are AWESOME. I hate yard word, but the shop vac made it sort of fun. Then, the last of my book proofing. I swear to god, I have now read this book so many times that I hate it. But whatever: It’s off to the printer tomorrow! WHEW.