Wow, breathing room. So, what have I been doing? I've been working. I work full time and have been working on freelance writing projects in my spare time. Spare time. You know those words lose all meaning when you work at work and then work at home only to return to work. Weekends? What weekends? There are only workends here.

Anyway, I've been writing book summaries for a website and I have to say, when I first started it seemed like a really good gig. Hell, it is a good gig. I mean I'm getting paid to read. Whoever heard of such a thing right? So, I'm not knocking the job at all. I am just so happy for a break. I turned in the last book on my list yesterday. I am waiting for approval so that I can submit my invoice and receive my next list. That gives me a few days before I have to work on my next one.

What's funny is that when I started doing this, I began keeping a mental list of all the things I would do once I got through the first list. The mental list had to turn into an actual list because my brain can only hold so much information, and I really can't afford to forget my phone number. So, last night, I sat down with a glass of wine and went over the list. This is when I realized that I am only ambitious when there is no time for it. Like I have a list of online training courses that I plan to take, and books I plan to review for this blog, and recipes for my food blog, and random blog topics I planned to have posted by now, not to mention website updates to the I Feel Pithy site. But, I didn't do anything. I sat there staring at my impossibly long list. Then I took a big gulp of my wine and started surfing the internet.

I tried to tell myself that it was only because I had worked so hard to get the last book summary turned in early. Honestly, though, I think I'm just lazy. I thought I would be depressed with that admission, but honestly, it's kind of freeing. I'M LAZY. Look mom you were right, I did grow up to be lazy all because you couldn't get me to clean out my closet that one time.

So then I started thinking about all of the really awesome books that I've read this year and realized the 50 books challenge was over a few months ago and I didn't even blog about it. Which I probably still won't do this time. This post is really about clearing some of the random detritus from my soggy brain tissue.

So, hubby and I were watching TV while I was surfing the net on the laptop and we realized something. Futurama was a really great show and we are so happy that it will be making a return on Comedy Central with all new episodes and everything. Only I heard a rumor that they may not be able to get the original writers back. But you know, Matt Groening has got to be sick of The Simpsons right? I mean its been 17 years. Man does that make me feel old.

So a high school senior's life time ago I started watching The Simpsons. Anyway, so if old Matt wanted something else, he could reconnect with his other awesome animated series Futurama. And if he comes back, he is bound to inspire at least one of the original writers right? See how I brought that full circle? Just when you thought I was going off on another tangent I bust out the original point again. Only that wasn't the original point of the post. It was just the original point of the Futurama part. There is no original point to the post besides the purging of randomness from my way overworked brain.

So then there is all of the crap that went down on the Gilmore Girls last season. I cannot believe any show could make me hate it's lead character with one episode. And, it just seems weird that the writers would risk the audience hating Lorelai you know since the show is about her. But, hate her now I do. I mean if you think your fiance isn't going to marry you because he is too busy spending time with the daughter that he didn't know he had, wouldn't you at least - I don't know SAY SOMETHING TO HIM ABOUT IT? I certainly would.

I tell you what I wouldn't do. I wouldn't turn into a big bag of crazy issuing "marry me now or its over" ultimatums to said fiance and then turning away before he has a second to think so that I could go and sleep with my baby daddy who never even bothered to pay child support and who thinks that buying his now 21 year old daughter a sidekick is a sign of mature parenting that will make up for the previous 20 years of neglect. Wow.

I remember when this show used to be comedy and within a single season it turned into the night time version of Days of Our Lives. Anyway, Luke was lucky to avoid that hot crazy mess. Because if he had married her then and there, he would have no self respect. But he also dodged a bullet because of her reaction. She didn't give him time to think before she took off and then she sleeps with her ex. The guy that has never been there for her or his child and who Luke hates because of his mistreatement of Lorelai. So, close one Luke Danes. Here's hoping there's a hot sports fan on her way to town in need of a cup of coffee. Because that self indulgent tornado of mass destruction called Lorelai Gilmore is for ever tainted by the skeeviness of Christopher.

So, Luke is lucky about the chain of events even if they will hurt for a little while. But what about me? In a single episode, the writers took away my sole reason for watching the show. Lorelai Gilmore. Well, there is still the food, so maybe its not as bad as all that.

Maybe I should stop now while my rambling still feels charming. Well, it still feels charming to me anyway. I think another paragraph or two and I'll start to get on my own nerves. Sorry if you have no idea what the Gilmore Girls rant was about.