Favorite Things of the Moment

I've been in a profoundly terrible mood today, brought on by whatever bug I've been fighting since last night. But through the dehydration and the dry heaves, I've decided to write about my current favorite things, the things that are good in life right now...it's a stretch. Let's see how this goes:

1. The Wizard. No doubt, me and the Wiz have had our moments. His sleep schedule strongly conflicted with mine for many months and my sister did me the favor of taking him over as he started to grow out of that phase. Now he's back in my house plus another by the name of Tiny, and he isnt keeping me up anymore and he IS being really bizarre and hilarious.

He really does have devil eyes. This all being said, I'd still rather have a dog. Just for clarity.

2. My sister's couch. In my sister's exodus to LA, I was given her amazing couch and chair for my apartment. This couch is hands down one of the best to ever exist on the planet. This makes it a most-favorite coupled with a least favorite. Because once you get into the couch it's damn near impossible to find your way out. I've been wrapped in it's amazingness pretty much all day, and I cant say I regret it.

3. Heather McDonald is coming next wkend. And I am REALLY excited to see her. She is frickin' hilarious and def one of my fave female comics. Hooray for that!

4. Air conditioning. Fuckin' right. Having air conditioning in my living space is something that hasn't happened since God knows when. And I dont give an F if Excel puts me in the higher electricity bracket. I live on the fourth floor and that little box is my lifeline to comfort.

5. Old people shit. Yeah, maybe I did light candles and watch It's Complicated tonight. But who can say no to Alec Baldwin, Meryl Streep, AND Steve Martin?? I have a serious crush on Baldwin, by the way. I don't care how crazy he is. As long as he doesnt go Mel Gibson on me, I could care less. Which leads me to...

6. Alec Baldwin. For the win:

Holy god. Who wears sweaters underneath button-downs? Ok, aside from the chest hair thing, I'm all for it. The man is 52 years old, exactly twice my age, and I'm sweating the goods. A) What's wrong with me? B) Nothing at all. He's amazing.

Aside from all of that, I pretty much got nothin'. Headed to bed. With dreams of a Baldwin in my head. Hmmm...it feels kind of creepy to say that...oh well.