I know how stupid I am. You won’t need to remind me.

I am currently sitting in my bed, under my fluffy duvet, curled into the fetal position. Tears have been streaming down my face for the past hour. An empty bottle of wine sits on my nightstand and used tissues lay crumbled in a tiny mountain next to me. I’m thinking about asking work for a bereavement day tomorrow.

It’s all because of the damn Gilmore Girls.

When I heard the show was ending after 7 amazing seasons I was distraught. I also was told that last weeks episode would be the last. As I prepared for the show last week, I prepared the tissues. All through the episode I screamed at my television, “You can’t end it this way!” The last scene showed Rory closing the door on her empty apartment and commenting on how much freedom she had just come into. A wide open world if you will. The credits rolled as I sobbed. And then, as if by devine intervention, there was a preview! for next week’s episode! And all was right with the world. At least for the next seven days.

As this evening approached, I tried to keep my mind occupied. I made Colin tAke me out to dinner. We ran to the grocery store to purchase a few essentials. I swung by the liquor store so I could get a good buzz on. For no particular reason, of course. But alas the hour was near.

I had no idea how hard it would truly be. I guess I hadn’t really understood how enraptured I was by a damn tv show. This has happened to me before. When I was fresh out of college I was terribly into Dawson’s Creek. I applied for a job at Borders. On the application where it asked what hours I was available to work I put down, this is not a joke, that I couldn’t work past seven o’clock on Wednesdays. Thus allowing myself a good hour to get home so that I would be sure to catch every minute of my favorite show. Oh my goodness, I just admitted that to the entire interwebs, I can’t believe it.

I get very wrapped up in television shows. I have a strict rule about how many new shows I can take on per season. If I honestly love the show, it will consume that time slot for the rest of my life (or at least the life of the show). It was under protest, with myself, that I finally gave in and watched Veronica Mars. And that was all Isabel’s fault.

In light of recent cancelations, my current new show lineup additions policy may change. I’ve lost Gilmore Gilrs, The O.C., The Sopranos, King of Queens, Sex and the City. Frankly, I’m not sure that I can withstand any more heartbreak. Why didn’t Rory end up with Logan? Why did Marissa have to die? I may be insane.

Please send help. And wine.

I am elbow deep in handpainted fondant daisies right now, but I promised Janet I would post today, so here’s what you’re getting.

Sorry.

I am currently working on a cake for my boss. Or maybe I should elaborate, he’s the vice president of my division. Did you hear that?!?! This cake has to be beyond perfect. It has to be ethereal.

It’s a simple cake, white cake layers with glossy milk chocolate ganache frosting. When I asked if he wanted any decorating he said, “It’s a mother’s day cake. Do whatever you like.” Okay. That is so much worse. If he had just given me a design I could have just stressed over how to do it perfectly. Now, not only do I have to do an excellent job, now I have to hope and pray that he likes the design I’ve choosen for his wife whom I’ve never met. I am so stressing!

After going back and forth between a few different options, I’ve decided on daisies, made of fondant, stuck on wire and bunched in the center of the cake. Hopefully it will be beautiful. Hopefully his wife loves it. Hopefully I get a promotion.

Just kidding of course…

More appropriately I should probably be saying hopefully I don’t get fired. My new business, Just Baked Cakery (I would totally link to my website, but all of my wordpress buttons are mysteriously gone and I don’t have enough time to look for them so you’ll have to cut and paste. Head on over to www.justbakedcakery.com), is doing so well, that I am making about 3 cakes a week. When I’m not making them, I’m thinking about them. How to decorate, new recipes and combinations, how to make things quicker, better, smoother. On nights that I actually have to make a super special cake (tonight for instance) I stay awake until well past my bedtime. I’m afraid my work work might start slacking. I’m just hoping they don’t notice.

On that note I’m going to appologize profusely because I have to get back to it so that I can actually get some sleep tonight. Janet, I’m very sorry. But at least I posted something, right?