Yeah, I’m back from Ireland. I was actually back a week ago, but I got busy… and I couldn’t blog from there, because internet was two Euro for eight minutes! But I do have a blog post from there, I just have to get it off my laptop. Let me just say this – the Irish define the term “laid back.”
Anyway, my week in point form:
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* I - or rather, Delta - lost my luggage.
* I got my luggage back... in the middle of the night... which required me to run down to security in my bathrobe, slippers and jet lag to retrieve my bag (but at least I got it, so yay!)
* I wrote. A lot. Until my fingers bled.
* I watched Rock of Love. (Go Jes!)
* I picked up Colleen from the airport.
* I made her watch Rock of Love. (She's secretly addicted.)
* I went to yoga.
* I became crippled thanks to yoga.
* I went to the farmer's market.
* I made raw food dishes, like extra avo soup and burritos.
* I went to MAC and recycled some old lipstick that either made me look dead, like a hooker, or like a dead hooker, and got some more flattering shades instead.
* I watched Britney.
* I felt sad.
* I went to hypnotherapy.
* I went to the Beverly Hilton.
* I went to the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.
* I went to the Friar's Club.
* No, I wasn't hooking while wearing my old lipstick. I was visiting Emmy gifting suites and getting some fun free stuff.
* I saw the woman who played Dana Gordon on Entourage and refrained from saying my best lines to her.
* I wrote more. Seriously, I have bandages on my fingertips.
* I learned a money mantra.
* I went to the Kabbalah Center for the first time.
* I saw a woman nearly die (but she didn't, thank god.)
* I wrote more. Fingers to the bone, I tell you.
* I made some difficult life decisions.
* They were scary, so I cried.
* I decided to let go of some material stuff I want, but I just don't need.
* I picked up Adam from the airport.
* I saw Queen Latifah, Tracy Morgan and Fred Willard.
* I made raw pudding, and successfully got it all over my face and hair when I stuck a spoon in the blender while it was blending, causing a chocolate explosion.
And now I'm off again. To do what? Write, of course. I'm trying to get a ton done before I take off on my next adventures...
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