A Quiet Night at Home
Well, it wasn’t all that quiet since my 125 pound (going on 400 pound) upstairs neighbor was home banging away as she always does. I honestly can’t figure out how such a tiny woman can make so much noise without jackhammers and diesel trains up there.
But despite her on-going contructions projects distracting me, I was rather productive last night. Aside from general manscaping and giving myself a haircut, I updated my iPod. It’s been ages since I’ve done that. I’ve added loads of songs to my iTunes over the past few months but haven’t sync’d my iPod to it.
I bought the iPod mini because I didn’t think my music collection was that extensive and 1,000 songs seemed like more than enough. But now I have 1,300 songs saved and I have to remove songs to add songs. Complicating matters (and DON’T judge me) my project last night was to, gasp, incorporate my Christmas music onto my Ipod.
Mission Accomplished! (not in the G.W. Bush sense…I actually mean I finished doing it!)
Oh, and I’ve also been studying a Japan guide book. Did you know that there is a neighborhood in Tokyo where you can go to get fake plastic food? I’m so intrigued. Apparently, there’s an entire district filled with shops that restauranteurs go to to purchase plastic food to display in their restaurant windows. I’m not sure what benefit i will have by going there – but I do see a pretty, non-edible display coming home with me on the plane.
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Amy Sedaris would so have a freak-fest buying all the plastic food for her humble abode. Entertain!
Will you get me a plastic eggplant? One that looks REAL….
When are you going to Japan?
OMG! We have such a person above us. Even though we’ve seen her and we know better, you’d swear she weighed 400 freakin’ lbs. We call her ‘the cow’ only ‘cuz that what she sounds like. Chris has an old cane that I came *this* close to using on the ceiling to let her know we know she’s there.
Karl, could I just point out that we have a place where you can shop for fake plastic food here too? It’s called Toys R Us. Failing that, Pier One.
Jesus. What you won’t do to justify your extravagent travels.