Case of the Mondays. August 6, 2007

Oh, I don’t know. This weekend was awesome and I miss it already.  
 
Especially because today is so Monday, you know? Grey, with a chance of thunderstorms. Ants crawling out of the coffee creamer (I do not like coffee to taste like coffee) just as I was about to pour some in. An extra heaping of pressure at work because one of my colleagues thinks that part of her job is to read every one of Perez Hilton’s posts instead of, you know, DOING WHAT SHE IS PAID TO DO. 
 
Sigh. Cranky Clink.  
 
Also, my morning didn’t get off to a great start. I called the family in Greece because today is my mom’s birthday and my dad still pays my cell phone bill (I think he forgot that he pays it; score) and I therefore thought nothing of spending twenty minutes of expensive long-distance minutes. 
 
My sister got on the phone, eventually, to tell me she’s “bored” (I feel compelled to remind you that she is IN GREECE) and also, to ask me how the diet and exercising is going. 
 
“Clink, have you been dieting? Have you been going to the gym? We’re going wedding dress shopping when I get back and you need to be SKINNY.” 
 
This, from the size zero. I almost burst into tears. I know when you’re that small that a size six is akin to legs the size of tree-trunks (you know, like in Hollywood, where Kate Winslet is considered “curvy”), but still.  
 
And since when do I have to answer to my little sister? 
 
I know she was doing it because she knows me and she knows that I need a kick in the ass and it actually worked, as I bypassed H&H Bagels on the way to work and am instead sipping on an iced coffee with skim milk and splenda. But still. Grr. 
 
Anyway, other than that, the weekend was great. As I mentioned. Saturday I went to the gym for the first time in a very long time and found myself not wanting to leave. Saturday evening M and I went to a party on the Lower East Side, where it felt like college and I drank like a freshman. Sunday I spent the day baking in the sun at Yankee Stadium, chatting with my dad and the rest of the season ticket regulars that he has befriended. Last night, M and I cuddled in bed and ate Italian (bad Clink, bad!) and felt better about ourselves after another episode of Rock of Love. 
 
So, yeah. Monday. And my boss has come over twice while writing this post to ask me for any updates. Twice. In the span of, oh, less than ten minutes. 
 
Which means it is probably my cue to get to work.