Ellen DeGeneres sort of phoned in her performance at the Emmys. I had high hopes in the beginning but it just sort of fell flat. S. Epatha Merkerson’s acceptance speech for Lackawanna Blues and Felicity Huffman’s speech for Desperate Housewives were two of my favorites. Genuine, heartfelt, sweet and funny.

I am, of course, disappointed that more of my favorites didn’t win but at least Arrested Development took home an award for writing. THANK GOD. Speaking of, I’m gearing up for the premiere tonight. It’s way too exciting to even discuss. I was dying laughing when they were showing clips of the show last night.I loved how when the writers won they said something like “We just keep winning awards for a show you people won’t watch!”

The highlight for me though was when Zach Braff and Hugh Laurie presented together. I heart both of them and the joke about Zach thinking Hugh Laurie was putting on an accent was brilliant. So funny. Peter and I are obsessed with HOUSE and Hugh Laurie in general.

So after the show we went to bed far too late (11) and Finn woke up at 4:30, which woke up the girl, so no one really slept much after that. I feel awful today. I think it is time I call the doc and haul myself in there. I keep trying to put it off thinking symptoms will subside but who am I kidding? Sadly, I think the new meds aren’t really working so I’m going to have to discuss alternatives. Again. I wanted to throw a glamourous pity party for myself last night but took a deep breath and reminded myself that I was only diagnosed a year ago and it is still going to take time to work out the kinks. That or my life will forever be like this. I prefer to think the former. In addition to having the body of an old lady and feeling like shit, I think our bed sucks. Correction: I know our bed sucks. After returning from LA, Peter is gung ho on getting Westin’s Heavenly Bed and I’m not going to argue. We spend SO much time in bed and I’ll do anything I can for comfort at this point.

We went to the Burke Museum on the campus of University of Washington yesterday to check out a bug exhibit called Bug Blast. It did not disappoint and Hadley loved every minute. She even got a caterpillar painted on her face. She was bummed she couldn’t hold the tarantula much to the shock of the bug wrangler. “She wants to HOLD it?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes, she does.” I said. “She’s sort of a pro and has held quite a few.” I said proudly.

They had carnivorous plants, seasoned fried meal worms to eat (“tastes like potato chips!” Peter exclaimed), bug art, bug crafts, and all sorts of things. It was cool. Hadley thought it was hysterical when I would put my finger in the mouth of the venus flytrap to get it to close its mouth.

When we arrived on campus there was a weird sort of energy buzz in the air and we couldn’t find parking to save our lives. Then I saw a gaggle of hot little college girls skitter past us in the same shirts with greek letters on them and it clicked. RUSH WEEK. Suddenly they were everywhere. It was hysterical. Gaggles of girls kept trotting past us…all tan and eager with their teeny college bods and “likes”and “omigods!” Suddenly I found myself incredibly nostalgic for KU. Not for Rush necessarily because I really didn’t enjoy that but just for college. Yesterday was a beautiful day and UW has a really pretty campus. Leaves were falling and it was about 65 degrees out. I was just overwhelmed with nostalgia and kept smiling and looking around, taking in every detail and sucking up every bit of energy and excitement I could taste in the air.

Speaking of excitement in the air…Emily will be here on Wednesday. Words cannot explain my excitement.

So I finished Princess about the Saudi Arabian woman and it was fascinating. Truly. I read voraciously for 2 days and finished it. So new and interesting and wild. It reiterated the fact that I am lucky to be a woman born in the U.S. I fear my fate if I were to suddenly find myself in that situation not having known anything but this life. I would be dead within the hour, I’m sure. Be submissive and quiet? Me? I don’t know how.

Next up on my list is Life of Pi for my October book club but I’m hoping A Million Little Pieces comes in at the library so I can read that quickly first. Meg just read Blindness and recommended it too.It may be a little too freaky for me though. (This coming from the girl who defines her favorite genre as “fucked up non-fiction”…)