... Yes, this is a real blog post on my real actual life. I'm tired, so this is the best I can do, sorry...
This week, I have smiled because:
- I felt inspired with my article: "a single girl's survival guide to weddings". (Now all I have to do is put it into practice...)
- We had a great training session at Church, about helping people to see patterns of what God has done in their lives (known as "timeline".) My life was used as an example and it was great to think about how God has been with me in my pain over the years and His hand has been with me.
- Finally got to see "New York I love you". Although, don't bother.
- I had my now-weekly twitterfest with Josh Malina
- Said Twitterfest was about my second favourite topic: grammar
- And I turned out not to be completely wrong
- And then, he called me sharp and funny! No one has ever called me that before! Especially not anyone as sharp or funny as Josh Malina.
- Someone in Dallas checked my blog. So did someone in Pasadena. So did someone in LA. All of which is quite exciting.
- I finished my article on The Good Guys and a twitter friend of mine said she loved it. Which is good, because I wasn't sure. Just felt I could have said so much more. But oh, what fun I had researching for it. Reading and writing about Bradley Whitford and getting paid for it.
- I finally got to see some of the election debate, though I really would have preferred it if I hadn't missed the first half when my dishwasher tripped my electrics. David Cameron made me laugh too, with his "I don't know what country Gordon Brown thinks he's prime minister of"... He.
- A really good lesson today with my Amnesty group - lots of discussion, mainly led by them. And one of them even knew about the Tea Party. I was so impressed with them.
- A pleasant few seconds' eye contact with a not unattractive young man at a random metro station. Fine, call me shallow. It's been a while, that's all.
- Oh, and Radio Four Comedy. Definitely the best thing about this election is the daily Vote Now show. I've been laughing out loud a lot. People look at me strangely on metros, but to be honest that is nothing new. I'm often laughing - at the moment, that's at "the World according to Bertie" by Alexander McCall Smith.
Bed beckons. That, too, is a pleasant thought.