I woke up in a closet.

Yesterday was a disaster.  For the first half of the day, I thought I was going to die.  I couldn’t even make it  into Brooklyn to walk the dogs.  Around 6:30, I started to feel better.  My sister made chili, cornbread, and some awesome chocolate chip-almond cookies.  I ate some of them for breakfast.  I’m full of sleep, tea, water and food.  Things have been put the right way.

Anyway, here’s a weekend forecast:

1.  Sirenfest is this weekend.  Supposedly Broken Social Scene and Stephen Malkmus — the two acts I want to see the most — are playing on different stages within a half hour of each other.  This means I have to choose.  My heart says BSS, but my Vanessa from Queens impulse says SM.  We’ll see who wins.

2.  The Dark Night comes out on Friday.  I’m going to Court Street Cinema to see it.  This means lots of shouting people, you guys.

3.  I’m living in Fort Greene for the weekend.  Okay, maybe not EVERYONE would be excited to be house sitting in this neighborhood, but I am.  And damnit, that means I’m close to a bunch of my favorite restaurants until Sunday.  Fort Greene is abounding with white people that love diversity!

4.  Rock of Love 3! Things between Bret and Ambre didn’t work out.  Obviously this means another season.  Although this is far away, I’m excited that there will be something to satisfy my craving for the crazy bikini clad alcoholic ladies.

5. Next weekend is Julie and her Scott.  Ew, it sounds weird to say “her Scott,” but I’ll leave it there so the discomfort can sink into my readership too.  They’re hitting up the She & Him concert, and I’m trying to see if I can budget tagging along too.  Otherwise, I’m going to the DFA party with James Murphy at PS1.

6.  I’m going to Batavia/Buffalo. In less than two weeks, I’m driving back with Julie and *her Scott* to Batavia.  I don’t really know what I’ll do with myself there, but I’m excited about that.  A change from exhaust fumes to cow fumes can be good for the lungs sometimes.