Oy vey...

This has not been a good week.

Sunday I got to the Farmer's Market late, and wasn't able to buy much in the way of groceries.

Monday I ate leftovers and spent much of the time cramming a book in for my book club the next day.  Come Tuesday morning, I found out that I read the wrong book.

Tuesday I crammed and read the right book, and spent the night discussing it over a vegetarian tostada.  Nice.  Oh wait, someone bought in a box of cupcakes.  I ate three.  Not so nice.

Wednesday I went to a Sheryl Crow concert.  Look!  There she is on the jumbo screen!  All I ate prior to the concert last night was a bowl of oatmeal.  So I was pretty ravenous.  We stopped at a Chinese restaurant, and I got an order of mixed vegetables and tofu and a side of steamed dumplings.  Polished that off with the quickness.   But still, I wasn't satisfied.  And I was bored.  And had a looming project at work.  Enter the dreaded concert/stadium hotdog.  

You all know what comes next.  It wasn't my finest hour.  

Today I'm going to another concert.  (Mr. Insomnaic buys these tickets - I'm kind of anti-concert.  I hate watching people go woooooo!  And I hate being pressed up against people.  And I hate leaving concerts, especially when people blast music that we just heard 4 minutes ago live.  We get it - you like Sheryl Crow.  Now cut off the guy next to you so we can get the hell out of the parking lot.)   Is it wrong that all I could think about was the finale of Top Chef and So You Think You Can Dance?

But this one tonight is my concert - The Roots and Erykah Badu.  So there will be plenty of marijuana going around.  There was even some at the Sheryl Crow concert, which I found surprising.  My plan is to get a hearty salad for lunch and get home early enough to have a sensible dinner before I go a-concerting.