My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Well, not really, but I feel much, much better after having taken the weekend off (despite all intentions of coming into the office Sunday).  Roomie’s in London for the next three months, so I spent a good portion of the weekend cleaning and straightening up the apartment.  Since I’m never there, I’m hoping it’ll remain clean until she gets back to take over the ordinary household duties. 

Didn’t manage to get around to doing my taxes, or even organizing my paperwork enough to get my taxes done by someone, but did do three loads of laundry, went grocery shopping, went running with some friends from my running group (the official group disband after the LA Marathon), ate entirely too much, had drinks at Lola’s and tried to catch up on my sleep.  Unfortunately, some of this sleeping happened over dinner at the Cheesecake Factory on Saturday.  I’m starting to worry that people will be afraid to be seen with me in public for fear that I will spontaneously nap on them. . .and I mean this literally.  I was reclined so far back in my chair that (I didn’t realize this until after the dinner was over) my head was practically in the lap of the poor unfortunate stranger sitting to my right. 

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