Beauty Rest?

I am finally getting comfortable in my own space and decided to spend my first Friday night "in" for quite some time (months?). It was so relaxing to be home and pantsless by 5:30 that I decided I didn't even have to make myself dinner. I popped a bag of microwave popcorn and dropped in a few dollops of Fluff. I tried to stir it around, assuming that the warm popcorn would melt the fluff and help it spread, but it mostly clumped up in sticky wads (that's what she said). I ate it anyway - pulled it apart with my fingernails and when it got too sticky, I ate it with my face. I watched some t.v. shows about fairytales (don't judge) and then some new show that reminds me of Dynasty with an updated wardrobe, but not nearly enough slapping. The main character, whose mission in life is to destroy everyone's happiness in the Hamptons, has the same coffee mugs that I do. Really want to throw in a plot twist? Make her do all of this dirty work in the happiest place on earth instead of the Valley of the Dolls- get Revenge at Disney. I enjoyed my alone time so much that the next day I didn't want to leave my house even though I had plans, and I had to listen to Beyoncé for an hour to get motivated to put on pants.

Today I went to a brunch serving bottomless Mimosas and I left feeling like I drank two liters of Fanta. I also bought a mop and mopped my kitchen floor for the first time since moving in. Turns out my floor is not the color I thought it was.

Also, Christmas is lame.