Oh, the agony.

Do you have a period of time where everything happens at once and totally overwhelms you? That time, for me, is now. I'm overwhelmed in positive ways (mostly), but drained just the same. I've been coming home from work and crashing on the couch, unable to even get up the strength to read a book. And honestly, the strength that compelled me, just a few minutes ago, to write a little bit here is quickly fading. Couch... couch...

The dishes are piling up. I spilled a little oatmeal on the floor this morning and didn't bother cleaning it up. Didn't have the energy. My library books sit on the coffee table, two weeks overdue. Yes, the library is a 5-minute walk from my apartment. No, I will not be going tonight either.

I'll snap out of this soon. In the meantime, here are a couple pictures I took this past weekend at the Jersey Shore. The North Atlantic! I really love it. If I could get my act together I'd go on and on about why I love it (the cold, the gray, the places I associate with it), but meh. 

Friday's sightings

I've lived here, in America's celebrity playground, for two years. I have seen very few celebrities. I am told that they are everywhere, but whatever; I don't see them very often. Andy Samberg once walked in front of me and hailed a cab. Kelly Cutrone passed me on the street sometime back, chastising a young assistant. Josh Charles stared at me once in a FedEx-type store - I tell people he was checking me out, but I think he was actually looking at me with a little bit of disdain. Otherwise, nada.

That is, until Friday. I was working in the Village that day, and as I turned up Lafayette Street I was lost in thoughts of the day and weekend ahead. Alongside me, a man and his young son were running down the street with their dog. They were laughing and playing some sort of "hide and seek" game - I smiled at the sight, then suddenly realized I was smiling at the sight of Liev Schreiber. I felt my face turn bright red and all I could think was "do not let him know that you know who he is! Play it cool..." I'm not sure why I thought this. Maybe I wanted to seem like a real New Yorker? In any event, I walked past him, my heart thumping in my chest. He was so tall! And handsome!

Fast forward to the end of the day. Oliver and I had plans to meet for dinner in the East Village, and I went to Tompkins Square Park to wait for him. It was a beautiful Friday evening - sunny and warm but not too warm. I sat on a park bench with my book, loving the fact that it was finally warm enough to pass the time in a park, rather than a coffee house. "Excuse me," I heard. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I like, love you..." Hm, that sounded like someone talking to a celebrity. I looked up oh-so-casually and saw Justin Long. The Mac guy! He was walking right past me, and I would have had no idea if someone else hadn't called out to him! Again trying to (perhaps) look like a real New Yorker, I looked back down at my book. 

So yeah, I played it cool. But squueeeeal! Two celebrity sightings in one day. I've got to pay more attention to my surroundings. Who else is walking past me?