Dear Diary,
The rest of my life has been on hold for a while as I finished up season 2 of Grey's Anatomy. Three of us split the cost of the 27 episodes on Itunes- probably the best 12 bucks I have ever spent. I am in London, and I have spent an embarassing number of hours glued to a laptop watching a tv show. This is almost as good as the time that I was on a booze cruise in Brazil, and we stopped at all of these tiny island beaches to swim, and I stayed on the boat by myself because I was in the middle of the DaVinci Code. FYI it was a little bit cold to be swimming, and I don't think I had a towel or something. But anyway, all of this Grey's Anatomy makes me really emotional and at the same time expect all sorts of excitement out of my own life. Like, where are all the brilliant successful men fighting over me, the sweet faced heartbreaker? And why am I not on the fast track to a career that really lights my fire? I'm working on it. I have an internship. I wear nice pants and check my watch a lot on the tube, I read the morning metro. Things are looking up.
Love,
Diana