to watch television in my bedroom without my teeth rattling due to the bass emanating from my living room, as if circuit relocated there. say it again. 27 days.

to go to the museum of contemporary art to get my Mies in America on next tuesday. open late and free of charge. we ventured down to MCA last fall but the permanent galleries were closed. all of them. didn't exactly bolster my confidence in this city's commitment to the arts. but i'm all for second chances.

to go see Panic Room. i mean, it IS america's #1 movie and i'm desperate for something to talk about around the watercooler. and if it's america's #1, it must be worth 9 bucks and two hours of my life. i mean before that was blade II, ice age, the time machine and we were soldiers. what good company jodie and david are in. but fincher plus foster equals fuck it, i'm in. so there.

to stop seeing snow out my window. it is snowing AGAIN today. just flurries, but ENOUGH! it's april! though i will admit that, last night, without all that wind to whip things about, the snow was quite beautiful. peaceful even.

to be left alone by that damn interior design school. it isn't enough that they wasted my time on 3 separate occasions, each time leading me to believe that the job in question was a slam-dunk, only to chicken out with a weak "you're overqualified". duh! takes some nerve to even half-assed pursue me now after all that.

to return to my ignorance that people actually read redbook, especially people on the red line with multiple chins, clutching target bags who snort while chuckling over penetrating articles about celine dion, uncircumsized penises and losing weight without diets. ugh. speaking of losing weight without diets, have you seen that informercial with joan van ark? bitch looks tighter today than on her first season of knots landing. sort of like robert redford on the oscars. caught a snippet of legal eagles (oh joy, debra winger) last night and mr. redford looked softer and smoother accepting his achievement award from babs than in this cinematic masterpiece released more than 15 years ago!

to obtain a cta transit card that actually works in the turnstiles. since early march, i have had three different cards on that new heavier card stock. something is not right, because i keep getting "code:43 see attendant". this seems to happen all over the system. at first i thought i was just unlucky, but after three different cards and at every station i frequent (now i sound like a hooker, frequenting stations and all). the secret to clear the code as shared by a station attendent: add more money. even a nickel works. and it does. BUT...in the immortal words of b.j. snowden: hypocrisy, bureaucracy, this is not a democracy!CONSPIRACY! feels like a scam to increase revenue to me. what's really going on here? waiting in line at rush hour, only to have your card rejected, then waiting in line for a machine, then waiting in line again, all while missing a train. sounds fun, doesn't it? ask anyone. i'm the original public transport booster but this? this is a bit much.

to never ever again be tortured by that mcdonald's ad for chicken strips, a chaotic cross between mid-90's gap ads, mtv promos, charlie's angels and a destiny's child video. jump cuts, stop actions, quirky angles, brilliant colors. this shit made me dizzy, on top of being horrified. i'm just grateful it didn't cause seizures. at least, i didn't have one. well, not this time. wrong on too many levels to contemplate without a mild sedative.