Stupid November!

So, there's plenty I could write about today. But I don't feel like it, dammit! I'm only writing because of stupid nablopomo.

I'll probably get some writing done in Baltimore, actually. Two more days, sucka! It looks as though I'll be making the trip solo, unless Lauren can get out of work on Saturday. That's okay, though. It started out as a solo trip anyway. And I still get to see Jason and Jim Jack and some amazing theatre and freaking Matisse. Let's be serious. I'm so excited.

I was pretty blah and lazy this morning...I eventually got myself working on my portfolio (which I will be starting up again after Big Fat Loser...it is so intense, y'all! Amy better get sent home) and then shuttled my lazy, sleepy ass to the gym. As usual, it was the best part of my day! Yay for classes and psychotic teachers. PLUS...the only other Pilates class during the week aside from the Tuesday evening one is on Friday morning, so guess who's doing Pilates before taking over Baltimore? This guy.

I came home and FINALLY made pork chops simmered in cacciatore sauce...I've been craving it for like a week and O M G. What is up with pork chops being the best food EVER? I about died. I remember when Lauren and I first made it together (back when we were pseudo roomies!) we literally had to moan after every bite because it was so scrumptious.

It's movie time with the roomies after BFL, methinks...so see everyone tomorrow!