Oh, reLAX

Let me sum up my week:

"What do you mean, you landed at fucking LAX?!"

(This was preceded by, "Omigod, we landed at fucking LAX!")

There are a couple of pluses to being abruptly freed from picking up my darling, lovely old pal from the airport, chief among them "Great! Now I can watch The Office and 30 Rock! And get my writing done!"

True, there was an event I actually wanted to go to at 7, but this gal is my closest, oldest pal, and she's having a tough time, and I thought, sure, I'll pick her up at John Wayne and we'll get dinner and it will be awesome.

Except she flew into LAX.

And we both knew there was no way I was battling 405 to get to her when her mother lives, like, right next to the airport and...

And so I drove home.

Here I am, eating a truly disgusting Lean Cuisine Mac n'cheese and thinking I've really been a step behind this entire week. Not sure if I should blame it on the sickness floating around the office, or allergies, or the time change...oh, crap, used the serial comma....

It's funny. I'm laughing.

I'll be glad when the weekend comes, though.

Other news: I think I'm just barely keeping pace with Nano. Still no plot. I have more of a plot than I did before, but...not a real one.