Much to my delight (and my inevitable social demise), I discovered that the Sci-fi channel is now airing re-runs of LOST. So now I can get my fill of Michael screaming WAAAAAAALT!!!! WAAAAAAAALT!!!!

So they run four hours of LOST on Monday nights. And do you know what I did last night? I WATCHED FOUR HOURS OF LOST. And even though I’ve already seen season one, I cried at the end of the episode when Sayid talks about Nadia and how he still clings on to the hope that he will be reunited with her again. “If not in this life, then in another world.”

Of course I cried. Am I not human???

But at least I had human interaction beforehand. I met up with Emi at Crocodile lounge and had some pumpkin ale and free pizza. Yes, they give you a free pie with every beer. And the place was busy for a Monday night. Must be all the impoverished NYU students and Wall Street bankers.

And I did other things this weekend besides watch tv. Well, unless you count Saturday when I spent the entire day prostrated on my couch, watching season one of 30 Rock and old episodes of LOST. Oh, I did get up once because I ordered Korean food.

Side note: I wanted to order Mexican food but Mexican food in New York City has become increasingly costly!!! Tacos at San Loco are like seven bucks now. I remember reading this piece in The Economist about the end of cheap food and that because countries like India and China actually have more money now, more people actually have money to EAT, and the greater demand for food is raising prices, and coupled with the fact that the high demand for ethanol also drives up the price of CORN, you can see why I can’t afford to eat chicken guaco locos!!!

So the reason I stayed inside all day Saturday is because on Friday I went out to Barramundi for Vidya’s birthday. They have $3 drinks until nine. Fabulous! So I ordered a guinness. But the bartender neglected to mention that guinness is not included in the happy hour. Faux fabulous!

Some photos from the evening.



Then we hit up Nurse Bettie, had dinner at Inoteca around midnight, then had a night cap at Verlaine, and then went dancing at Fat Baby.

So now you can see why I spent all of Saturday on my couch.

On Sunday, I got up early and worked for about SIX HOURS. No human should have to be in front of a computer for that long. But during my breaks I checked my Nerve messages and got one message from a couple who solicited me for, um, a trinomial equation. I wanted to reply and be all Nelly Furtado “what kind of girl do you take me for?” When I said that my interests were writing, dancing, and LOST, I don’t think I ever mentioned that I was also into couples!!!!

I guess I should not surprised given that Nerve’s home page has a photo of a woman washing her dog in her skivvies.

Anyway, after I finished my paper I treated myself to drinks with Sarah. Between glasses of red wine we talked about everything from the disaster that is Sarah Palin to the onerous process of writing. And then we went to Caracas where I ordered “the muchacho”. I like to substitute the chorizo for chicken. I joked that it should be called “the muchacha” but the dude taking my order did not laugh.

Then I came home and tossed and turned till about five in the morning. Ugh. I can’t sleep these days. My body is tired but my mind has the energy of a three year old on speed. I think about my writing sample and things that I have to change or add. I think about my finances and whether they will shrink or grow. I think about my family and their permanent status of craziness. I think about my love life and how I am totally not doing Nerve anymore. And I try to quell my anxiety with the assurance that the choices I am making will eventually carve out some meaningful destination.That beyond your bed and beyond your fragile mental state, awaits some bounty of hope.

Okay, so they are existential platitudes. But that’s what you come up with at five in the morning.

*Omg I am really swimming in a morass of issues as evidenced by the ipod I accidentally left in the refrigerator this morning.