Don’t you want to ride in my survival car?

Listening to Fountains of Wayne today, in a very post-Soprano orgy mood. We finished season three this weekend. That means we’ve watched 39 hours of The Sopranos in the past month. That’s a lot of TV. I don’t think we’re going to turn on the tube much for the next month, except to keep up with the current season and maybe Enterprise. The rest of it has reached saturation levels.
I had a cold this weekend, and was laggy and headachy yesterday. I stayed home and laid on the couch all day. I even watched Jerry Springer – go figure. It was the typical horrible crapfest, but like going to a convention it left me feeling attractive and well-adjusted.
Add another goal to the “by 30” list – I’m trying to stop biting my nails. I know, I’ve done this before, and it hasn’t ever lasted very long. Maybe this one won’t, either, but really I have two concurrent deadlines for this stuff. The first is the birthday countdown. The other is MoMo’s graduation in May, because I’m going home for that one. I admit it, I want to look fabulous when I next set foot in DFW. Maybe it will happen, maybe it won’t, but at least I have a reasonable and attainable goal, right?