blissed out, still

Life on the outside is beautiful. You can spend all morning writing, in your jammies (note to self: must find summer-weight jammies), finally get to the gym at 3 pm, and then, on the way home, pick up your dry cleaning and get your second manicure in as many weeks. I'm still in search of the ideal manicurist; the one who did my nails in Florida airbrushed the white tips, but failed to properly address the cuticles, while the one here did a terrific job on the cuticles -- as well as patching my thumbnail, cracked at the gym -- but didn't quite understand that the point of a French manicure is to give the illusion of long and elegant nails. She painted half of each nail stark white. "A clown manicure," I remarked to my car.

I feel so spoiled. I can complain about manicures! I can get my clothes dry cleaned! I can return home from a workout and a manicure and indulge myself in a snackfest of edamame, strawberries the size of apples, and three-quarters of a bottle of Sekt, German champagne from Trader Joe's, while listening to Alanis Morrissette MP3s and pretending to write some more. I've decided not to take either of the eligible summer classes at the local law school. Instead, I'm going to have an agent-ready manuscript by the time my judicial externship starts at the end of June. Or maybe not. But I'll be close to one. Enough for a book proposal, anyways. Heck, I've got enough for a book proposal already just in this blog.

...yeah.

thus spake /jca @ May 30, 2003 06:38 PM